There was no answer at once and no particular expression on his face. He told the old woman then that all most people were interested in was money, but he asked what a man was made for. He asked her if a. He had been a gospel singer, a foreman on the railroad, an assistant in an undertaking parlor, and he had come over the radio for three months with Uncle Roy and his Red Creek Wranglers.
Maybe the best I can tell you is, I'm a man; but listen lady," he said and paused and made his tone more ominous still, "what is a man? I'll tell you that before you begin," she said.
There was no answer at once and no particular expression on his face. He told the old woman then that all most people were interested in was money, but he asked what a man was made for.
He asked her if a. He asked a lot of questions that she didn't answer. He had been a gospel singer, a foreman on the railroad, an assistant in an undertaking parlor, and he had come over the radio for three months with Uncle Roy and his Red Creek Wranglers.
He said he had fought and bled in the Arm Service of his country and visited every foreign land and that everywhere he had seen people that didn't care if they did a thing one way or another. He said he hadn't been raised thataway.
A fat yellow moon appeared in the branches of the fig tree as if it were going to roost there with the chickens. He said that a man had to escape to the country to see the world whole and that he wished he lived in a desolate place like this where he could see the sun go down every evening like God made it to do.
There was a long silence. I wouldn't have any of this trash I could just pick up. Shiftlet straightened her out and helped her get back in the chair. I wouldn't give her up for nothing on earth. She can sweep the floor, cook, wash, feed the chickens, and hoe. I wouldn't give her up for a casket of jewels.
Shiftlet's eye in the darkness was focused on a part of the automobile bumper that glittered in the distance. I'm a man," he said with a sullen dignity, "even if I ain't a whole one.
I got," he said, tapping his knuckles on the floor to emphasize the immensity of what he was going to say, "a moral intelligence! The old woman was not impressed with the phrase.
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The life you save may be your own," Shifilet, feeling that "a man with a car had a responsibility to others," stops and picks up a young boy who is hitchhiking. Evidently convinced that the boy has run away from home, Shiftlet begins to extol the virtues of his "old mother" whom he supposedly left.
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