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smokes his pipe and sings."

"What does he sing?"

"All kinds of songs."

"Could you give me one of them?"

In a weak voice he murmured the following song:

"I'm gonna be on de battlefield
I'm gonna be on de battlefield
I'm gonna be on de battlefield
I'm gonna be on de battlefield

Till I die
Till I die
Till I die
Till I die

I'm gonna keep my father's will till I die
I'm gonna keep my father's will till I die
I'm gonna keep my father's will till I die
I'm gonna keep my father's will till I die

I'm going down the valley to pray
I'm going down the valley to pray
I'm going down the valley to pray
I'm going down the valley to pray

I'm gonna treat my neighbors right Lord
I'm gonna treat my neighbors right Lord
I'm gonna treat my neighbors right Lord
I'm gonna treat my neighbors right Lord

Till I die
Till I die
Till I die
Till I die

"Dat las' am kinda hard to do sometimes."

"I had better be going", I said, "as Tura has so much work to do,
she will never get through."

"Don't worry 'bout dat, chile," she said, "I's sorry I can't
think of no more to tell you 'bout papa. I mean to make a trip down
to Dadeville and find out all I can 'bout him an see dat family
Bible. If I find out any more I'll let you know. I shore do thank
you for dat picture of papa. It shore do look jest like him. I will
hab to send it to his granddaughter, Nora, in Chattanooga to see, and

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