"That's bad."
"An' then they done tarred and feathered him."
She wept copiously at the memory.
My tender heart beat in sympathy with her.
"My good woman, I'm really sorry for you. It must have been terrible hard," I said.
"It were," she cried. "They done took my best feather bed."
But to return to the eclipse.
A few days later I ran across Uncle Lisha again, and he took his hat off very humbly.
"Well, did it all happen as I said, uncle?"