Itwasinthebunk-housethathetookhisrevenge。AsIpassedI
heardhisgentlevoicesilentlyachievingsomenarrativetoanattentiveaudience，andjustasIcamebytheopenwindowwherehesatonhisbedinshirtanddrawers，hisbacktome，Iheardhisconcludingwords，“Andthehatonhishaidwastheonemarkshowedyu’heweren’tasnappin’-turtle。“
Theanecdotemetwithinstantaneoussuccess，andIhurriedawayintothedark。ThenextmorningIwasoccupiedwiththechickens。
Twohenswerefightingtositonsomeeggsthatathirdwasdailylaying，andwhichIdidnotwanthatched，andforthethirdtimeIhadkickedEm’lyoffsevenpotatoesshehadrolledtogetherandwasdeterminedtoraiseIknownotwhatsortoffamilyfrom。Shewasshriekingaboutthehen-houseastheVirginiancameintoobserveIsuspectwhatImightbedoingnowthatcouldbeusefulforhimtomentioninthebunk-house。
Hestoodawhile，andatlengthsaid，“WelostourbestroosterwhenMrs。Henrycametolivehyeh。“