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A Letter to the Home Folks:
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Hi, folks we sure did have some kind of a rain here Saturday morning. And that wind, but first the rain — . When that torrent hit the south side of the house it knocked me clean out of bed. When I tried to see out the window I says, Great Day, they must switched the Hazel River bed and it’s pourin’ right over us! That water came plum horizontal, shot by a blast of wind the likes of which one never did see.
The old house kinda shuddered like a wet dog then it started to do a little dipsidoodle jig, all the while the tin roof was banging and thunderin’ like a herd of buffalo was running up and down, from peak to gutter. Man, we were scairt. The lady drove to the basement for safety, the cat yowled the death howl and I says maybe this is it. In fact I began to remember an old spirtual they used to sing in Prince Edward Co. . . .One of dees days ’bout 12 o’clock, dees bones goin’ to rise, dis ol’ world going’ to reel and rock, dees bones goin’ to rise and shine.
But while I was thinkin’ all this the cat yowled again, so I knew he wanted out. The door pushed at me and I pushed at it. I got it open about a foot and out flew the cat. Yes sir, the wind sucked that cat right off the porch and whipped him 50 feet up in our big pine tree. Figurin’ it must be cold I glanced out the window at the wachacall it,
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