DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

So they turned Sam loose. I never seen nor
hearn tell of Sam since then. They fired a couple
of guns into the air as he started down the road,
jest fur fun, and mebby he is running yet.
The feller had been talking like he was a lawyer,
so I asts him what crime we was charged with. But
he didn't answer me. And jest then we gets in
sight of that schoolhouse.
It set on top of a little hill, partially in the moonlight,
with a few sad-looking pine trees scattered
around it, and the fence in front broke down.
Even after night you could see it was a shabbylooking
little place.
Old Daddy Withers tied his mule to the broken
down fence. Somebody busted the front door
down. Somebody else lighted matches. The first
thing I knowed, we was all inside, and four or five
dirty little coal oil lamps, with tin reflectors to 'em,
which I s'pose was used ordinary fur school exhibitions,
was being lighted.
We was waltzed up onto the teacher's platform,
Doctor Kirby and me, and set down in chairs there,
with two men to each of us, and then a tall, rawboned
feller stalks up to the teacher's desk, and
raps on it with the butt end of a pistol, and says:
"Gentlemen, this meeting will come to order."
Which they was orderly enough before that,
but they all took off their hats when he rapped,
like in a court room or a church, and most of 'em
set down.
They set down in the school kids' seats, or on top
of the desks, and their legs stuck out into the aisles,
and they looked uncomfortable and awkward. But
they looked earnest and they looked sollum, too,
and they wasn't no joking nor skylarking going
on, nor no kind of rowdyness, neither. These
here men wasn't toughs, by any manner of means,
but the most part of 'em respectable farmers. They