Armazindy to him.—He
Begged me to.—But time ’at she
Reached his side, he smiled and tried
To speak.—Couldn’t. So he died....
Hands all turned and left her there
And went somers else—somewhere.
Last, she called us back—in clear
Voice as man’ll ever hear—
Clear and stiddy, ’peared to me,
As her old Pap’s ust to be.—