There wuz a widder woman by the name of Nancy Lum that always come to evenin' meetin's.
She wuz very tall and humbly, and she had been on the look out (so it wuz s'pozed) for a 3d husband for some time.
She had always made a practice of saying one thing over and over to all the protracted and Conference meetin's, and she would always bust out a-cryin' before she got it all out.
She always said “she wanted to be found always at the foot of the Cross.”
She would always begin this remark dretful kinder loud and hysterical, and then would dwindle down kinder low at the end on't, and bustin' out into tears somewhere through it from first to last.
But this evenin' suthin' had occurred to make her more hysterical and melted down than usial. Some say it wuz because Deacon Henshaw wuz present for the first time after his wive's death.
But any way, she riz up lookin' awful tall and humbly—she was most a head taller than any man there—and she sez out loud and strong:
“I want to be found—”
And then she busted right out a-cryin' hard. And she sobbed for some time. And then she begun agin,
“I want to be found—”