His carcuss on some other one; an’ then
We’d git the hull dum show all over ’gin.
Wal, me an’ Bill was watchin’ on ’em quar’l
An’ slowly qui’tin’ down. ’T was one them nights—
Yew’ve saw ’em, co’se, ef yew was country raised—
A leetle tinge o’ red left in the west,
When yew kin still set out without a coat,
An’ yit yer sort o’ glad when yew come in
An’ find the lamp’s het up the room. Yew felt
Thet Fallish dreaminess thet ain’t like May’s,