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Gaya person has ~‚ot two sper‘ts, a good one an‘ a evil one. De ~:;oi:~d ~per‘t ~oee to a place of happiness an‘ rest, an~ you doan‘ see hit no mo‘, but de evll$per‘t ain‘t ~ot no place to ~o. Hit‘s dvellin‘ p‘ace done. tore downwhen de body died, an‘ hit‘s ses‘ a wend‘rin‘ an a waitin‘ for G~abr‘el to blow his trump, den 6e v~orl‘ ~wineter collie to an en‘. But when G~od say, ‘Take down de silver mouf trui~~ an‘ blow, ~abr‘e1,‘ an~ G~abr“el say, ‘Lord, how loud shell I blow?‘ Den de Lord. say, ‘Blow easy, Gabr‘el, en ca‘ra, not to ‘larm my lilies.‘ De secon‘ time Gabr‘el say, ‘How loud. ruus‘ I blow, Lord?‘ Den de Lord say, ‘Blow hit as loud as sehen claps Jf thunder all added into one eecho, so as t/wake up dein damnable sper‘ts sleepin‘ in de ~rave—ya‘ds what ain‘t never i.~iad.e no peace v~id dey ~-od, ses‘ a1~.yin‘ dere in dey sins.‘

	“But de Christen Army, hit ~its up wid de fus‘ trump, an~ dem ~.hE.t is deef is de evil ones what anybody kin see anytime. I ain‘t skeered. of ‘eni, though. I passes ‘em an‘ goes rij!ht on plowin‘, but iffen you wants ‘em to ~it outten your way, all you gotter do ~s jes‘ turn your head least bit an‘ look ‘o~ck. Dey gone jes‘ lack ~:ati ~7henmy fus‘ wife died ‘bout thirty years ago, I was goin‘ up to G~aston to see Sara Drayden, oie Scot Drayden ‚ s wife, an ‚ I tuck out through Kennedy bottom ‘bout sundo‘h~n right after a rain. I seed sompin acomin‘ down de road •~bout dat high, ‘bout size a little black shaggy dog, an‘ I says, ‘What‘s dat I sees comin‘ down de