and watched them drive the mules up across the pasture and out of sight. We had forgot about Ab Snopes until he said, 'Well, hit looks like •• that's all they are to hit. But you still got that ere hundred-odd that are out on receipt, provided them hill folks don't take a example fr,om them Yankees. I reckon you can still be grateful for that much anyway. So 111 bid you, one and all, good day and get on home and rest a spell. If I can help you again, just send for me.' He went on too.
After a while Granny said:
'Joby, put those rails back up.' I reckon Ringo and I were both waiting for her to tell us to help Joby, but she didn't. She just said 'Come,' and turned and went on, not toward the cabin but across the pasture toward the road. We didn't know where we were going until j we reached the church. She went straight up the aisle'
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to the chancel and stood there until we came up. 'Kneel down,' she said.
We knelt in the empty church. She was small between us, little; she talked quiet, not loud, not fast and not slow; her voice sounded quiet and still, but strong and clear: 'I have sinned. I have stolen, and I have borne false witness against my neighbor, though that neighbor was an enemy of my country. And more than that, I have caused these children to sin. I hereby take their sins upon my conscience.' It was one of those bright soft days. It was cool in the church; the floor was cold to my knees. There was a hickory branch just outside the window, turning yellow; when the sun touched it, the leaves looked like gold. 'But I did not sin for gain or for greed,' Granny said. 'I did not sin for revenge. I defy You or anyone to say I did. I sinned first for justice. And after that first tune, I sinned for more than justice; I sinned for the sake of food and clothes for Your own creatures who could not help themselves—for children who had given their fathers, for wives who had given their husbands, for old people who had given their, sons to a holy cause, even though You have seen fit to make it a lost cause. What I gained, I shared with them. It is true that I kept some of it back, but I am the best judge of that because I, too, have dependents who may be orphans, too, at this moment, for all I know. And if this be sin in Your sight, I take this on my conscience too. Amen.'
She rose up. She got up easy, like she had no weight to herself. It was warm outside; it was the finest Octo ber that I could remember. Or maybe it was because you are not conscious of weather until you are fifteen. We walked slow back home, though Granny said she wasn't tired. 'I just wish I knew how they found out about that pen,' she said.
. 'Don't you know?' Ringo said. Granny looked at him. 'Ab Snopes told them.'
This tune she didn't even say, 'Mister Snopes.' She just stopped dead still and looked at Ringo. 'Ab Snopes?'
'Do you reckon he was going to be satisfied until
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he had sold them last nineteen mules to somebody?' Ringo said.
'Ab Snopes,' Granny said. 'Well.' Then she walked on; we walked on. 'Ab Snopes,' she said. 'I reckon he beat me, after all. But it can't be helped now. And anyway, we did pretty well, taken by and large.'
'We done damn well,' Ringo said. He caught himself, but it was already too late. Granny didn't even stop.
'Go on home and get the soap,' she said.
He went on. We could watch him cross the pasture and go into the cabin, and then come out and go down the hill toward the spring. We were close now; when I left Granny and went down to the spring, he was just rinsing his mouth, the can of soap in one hand and the gourd dipper in the other. He spit and rinsed his mouth and spit again; there was a long smear of suds up his cheek; a light froth of colored bubbles flicking away while I watched them, without any sound at all. 'I still says we done damn well,' he said.
we tried to keep her from doing it—we both tried. Ringo had told her about Ab Snopes, and after that we both knew it. It was like all three of us should have known it all the time. Only I don't believe now that he meant to happen what did happen. But I believe that if he had known what was going to happen, he would still have egged her on to do it. And Ringo and I tried—we tried—but Granny just sat there before the fire—it was cold hi the cabin now—with her arms folded in the shawl and with that look on her face when she had quit either arguing or listening to you at all, saying just this one time more and that even a rogue will be honest for enough pay. It was Christmas; we had just heard from Aunt Louisa at Hawkhurst and found out where Drusilla was; she had been missing from home for almost a year now, and at last Aunt Louisa found out that she was with Father away in Carolina, like she had told me, riding with the troop like she was a man.
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Ringo and I had just got back from Jefferson with the letter, and Ab Snopes was in the cabin, telling Granny about it, and Granny listening and believing him because she still believed that what side of a war a man fought on made him what he is. And she knew better with her own ears; she must have known; everybody knew about them and were either, mad if they were men or terrified if they were women. There was one Negro in the county that everybody knew that they had murdered and burned him up in his cabin. They called themselves Grumby's Independents—about fifty or sixty of them that wore no uniform and came from nobody knew where as soon as the last Yankee regiment was out of the country, raiding smokehouses and stables, and houses where they were sure there were no men, tearing up beds and floors and walls, frightening white women and torturing Negroes to find where money or silver was hidden.
They were caught once, and the one that said he was Grumby produced a tattered raiding commission actually signed by General Forrest; though you couldn't tell if the original name was Grumby or not. But it got them off, because it was just some old men that captured them; and now women who had lived alone for three years surrounded by invading armies were afraid to stay in the houses at night, and the Negroes who had lost their white people lived hidden in caves back in the hills like animals.
That's who Ab Snopes was talking about, with his hat on the floor and his hands flapping and his hair bent up across the back of his head where he had slept on it. The band had a thoroughbred stallion and three mares—how Ab Snopes knew it he didn't say—that they had stolen; and how he knew they were stolen, he didn't say. But all Granny had to do was to write out one of the orders and sign Forrest's name to it; he, Ab, would guarantee to get two thousand dollars for the horses. He swore to that, and Granny, sitting there with her arms rolled into the shawl and that expression on her face, and Ab Snopes' shadow leaping and jerking up the wall while he waved his arms
