“Jestice been settin’ on de sprangles ob de sun a long time watchin’ dese people how dey cuts der shines; um, um!” continued Vinnie.
“A rabbit run across my path twice comin’ through de graveyard las’ Sunday. I believe in my soul you’re right, Aunt Vinnie,” said ’Tavius.
“’Course I’m right. Watch de sun an’ see how he run; gwine to hear a mighty rumblin’ ’mongst de dry bones ’cause jestice gwine plum’ de line, an’ set de chillun free,” and as she retired to the kitchen her voice came back to them in song:
“Ole Satan’s mad, an’ I am glad,
Send de angels down.
He missed the soul he thought he had,
O, send dem angels down.
Dis is de year of Jubilee,
Send dem angels down.
De Lord has come to set us free,