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through de treetops dat I wa~ layin‘ ‚ dreamin‘ under.

	“Then enother t~ne1 I was settin‘ here ‘bout four otolook j~, de n~onli~ht a looktht ‘cross de street to de town hail. I 806 aumpin‘ rise and jui~ upon d~at rook a lyin‘ dere ‘ginst de town hail. It was de figger of a man. Who it was I don‘t biow, though they de call de rook de ‘Aaron Burr Rook‘s ‘cause he made a speech standin‘ on dat rock, long befo‘ I was bor~a. De people in de library 0831 tell you ‘bout dat speech. Maybe Dr. Lathan tel). you ‘bout it.

Ihm nety~fi~e years old dis la8t past twelfth day of May and knows all ~bout de days dat are gone.

	“1 live wid i~r daughter, Edna, and I ju8t C~fl make it back dore fron de post office every day.‘~