DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
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news is jest the same. And jest since nine o'clock<br />
the night before, the news had spread fur miles<br />
around that Bishop Warren's Messiah was on his<br />
way, and was going fur to turn the bishop white<br />
to show his power and grace, and he had with him<br />
one he had turned part white, and that was Sam,<br />
and one he had turned clear white, and that was me.<br />
And they was to be signs and wonders to behold<br />
at Big Bethel, with pillars of cloud and sounds of<br />
trumpets and fire squirting down from heaven,<br />
like it always use to be in them old Bible days, and<br />
them there niggers to be led singing and shouting<br />
and rejoicing into a land of milk and honey, forevermore,<br />
AMEN!<br />
That's what Sam says they are looking fur,<br />
dozens and scores and hundreds of them niggers<br />
round about. Sam, he had lived in town five or<br />
six years, and he looked down on all these here<br />
ignoramus country niggers. So he busts out laughing<br />
at first, and he pertends like he don't take no<br />
stock in any of it. Besides, he knowed well enough<br />
he wasn't spotted up by no Messiah, but it was the<br />
dope in the bottles done it. But as he told about<br />
them goings-on Sam got more and more interested<br />
and warmed up to it, and his voice went into a kind<br />
of a sing-song like he was prophesying himself.<br />
And the other two niggers quit pertending to<br />
fool around the team and edged a little closeter,<br />
and a little closeter yet, with their mouths open<br />
and their heads a-nodding and the whites of their<br />
eyes a-rolling.<br />
Fur my part, I never hearn such a lot of dern<br />
foolishness in all my life. But the doctor, he says<br />
nothing at all. He listens to Sam ranting and rolling<br />
out big words and raving, and only frowns. He<br />
climbs back into the buggy agin silent, and all the<br />
rest of the way to Bairdstown he set there with<br />
that scowl on his face. I guesses he was thinking<br />
now, the way things had shaped up, he wouldn't<br />
sell none of his stuff at all without he fell right in<br />
with the reception chance had planned fur him.<br />
But if he did fall in with it, and pertend like he was<br />
a Messiah to them niggers, he could get all they