“Yes, with vanity of another stripe.” Some people say Mr. Barefoot gave the retort to himself. Rev Broad agreed so fast and loud it became his. Rev. Broad gave a sermon all afternoon on free will when asked what heaven is like. Mr. Barefoot walks by, drawing frowns. “Got to be a better word for that will than free. Sit there all a blue sky day.” Mr. Barefoot sent for some of Rev. Broad's muskydine wine, and inquired after how the pecans had done that year. Rev. Broad sent no wine, but a bushel of pecans. “That man can't answer a damn thing strait, but he'll give you more than you can carry of something you don't want.” Someone asked him where the finest examples of manhood were. “I don't know off the top of my head, but there are some good looking women in Memphis.” He was talking about living right and everybody walked by. He played on the fiddle and they gathered around. “A lick of a tune does more than a prayer.” Danforth Wiley was the best shot in the county, but cheated his brother in law out of his inheritance. “You all shake a man's hand for picking a small target, but a man shouts fire from a ways off and you don't bother to look for the smoke.” Rev. Broad preached all morning about Moses and Elijah. Mr. Barefoot walked by their high noses. “Talk on about Egyptians dead and dust, but not a word on present ills.” John Times and John Manwaring were the best banjo pickers in the county, but couldn't sit in the same room to play. “They can tune a string, but no their hearts.” Professor from New York City brings a telescope around and names the mountains on the moon for a fee. Mr. Barefoot walks by. Looks it up and down. “Turn that thing on the earth and look for justice.” Rev. Broad preaches the praises of the honest poor all Sunday. Mr Barefoot walks by as the plate gets passed. “Good Shepherd's got big shears.” Come along the war. Mr. Barefoot enlists in Rev. Broad's rifles. They march off to war. Rev Broad gets shot leading a charge. The men all come tumbling back. The wounded are left between the lines. Rev. Broad is croaking for water. Mr. Barefoot goes out to give him some. Gets shot himself. They argue all night long about works and faith. In the morning both are dead. Died in the war, of an argument.
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