Monday, July 17, 2017

DEVIL MAKE A THIRD was written by Douglas Fields Bailey and published in 1948. It is a book of fiction based upon the author's family's story in Dothan, Alabama.http://www.southern-style.com/Southeast%20Alabama%20Heritage%20Association/Baker.htm
 The book describes the rise to power of Buck Bannon in the southeast Alabama town of Aven from circa 1890-1915.

Characters in DEVIL MAKE A THIRD & suggestions as to the historic people they may be based upon:


Joe Bannon (Joe Baker, Sr. 1836-1900, buried in the Baker plot of the Dothan City Cemetery)
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"The Joe Baker family came from near Abbeville. Mr. Buck Baker was a big stockholder in Houston National Bank. The Baker brothers built and operated the Martin Hotel, and dealt in real estate. Mr. Dan Baker, of the brothers is the only one living now." from Mrs. A.D. Whiddon's HISTORY OF DOTHAN published in 1945 in the DOTHAN EAGLE

Jeanie McPherson Bannon (Jane Sanders Baker 1849-1918, buried in the Baker plot of the Dothan City Cemetery) https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=31762168

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Buck Bannon (Joe "Buck" Baker 1869-1920, buried in the Baker plot of the Dothan City Cemetery)

Mrs. Buck Bannon formerly Lota Kyle (based upon Eula Stagg Baker, Buck Baker's wife) introduced on page 203Image may contain: 1 person, smiling
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Jeff Bannon (Dan Baker?) No automatic alt text available.

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Coke Bannon (Colie  Baker, 1886-1937 )

Myrt Bannon

Nance Bannon

Victoria Bannon (name was changed to Christina after Buck's affair with Big Vic)

Vestacia Bannon (Vesta)

Millie Bannon

Wiley Bannon

Two of Wiley's Children

Earnestine Bannon

Gene, Earnestine's oldest boy, (10 years old in 1907)

Three of Earnestine's children

Titus Green

preacher in Baptist Bottom

prostitute in Mabe's Place

Mabe

bartender in saloon

Amos Longshore (Bailey was friends with Mr. and Mrs. Sam Friedman while he was at the University of Alabama. Mrs. Friedman's maiden name was Longshore)

Mrs. Amos Longshore

Ivy Longshore: Amos Longshore's daughter

Jake Willis, railroad brakeman and loan customer of Buck

Bascom "Bass" Wooten, railroad brakeman and loan customer of Buck~
"Bass" is an interesting nickname and a google search reveals that nobody's ever seemed to consider it to be short for "Bascom" other than the author of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD but naming a child "Bascom" and calling him "Bass" for short would not be unusual for parents in the Civil War-Reconstruction-era Wiregrass. 
Only thirty miles south of Dothan, one finds BASCOM, FLORIDA.
Bascom, Faye Dunaway's hometown, is named for the Reverend Henry Bascom who engineered the move in 1845 that split the Methodist Church and created the METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH, SOUTH.
Bascom wrote Methodism and Slavery; with Other Matters in Controversy between the North and the South; Being a Review of the Manifesto of the Majority, in Reply to the Protest of the Minority, of the Late General Conference of the Methodist E. Church, in the Case of Bishop Andrew (1845; available free on line at Google Books).
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Bidleman_Bascom

On the Geneva side of my family, I had a Great-Great Uncle named "Henry Bascom Register"
Named after the famous Methodist, Henry Bascom Register was born only five years after the advent of Methodist-Episcopal Church, South. From surveying the local newspapers, it appears Uncle H.B. was pastoring churches in the Marianna District as early as 1896 and for about 25 years, he preached at Methodist churches around Defuniak Springs, Coffee Springs, Dothan, Daleville, Ashford and Wicksburg,  https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=77711086

Victoria "Big Vic"

Gus Blissett and wife

Mr. Early Edgar

Will J. Cumbie (Bailey may have graduated from Dothan High with a fellow named Cumbie in 1930)

Ed Puckett, surveyor

Colt Peterman (My Great-Aunt Lula Shepherd Peterman ran a boarding house located on the corner of North Alice and West Main directly in front of First Baptist. In 1907, THE DOTHAN EAGLE published an article about the history of Dothan and stated that Aunt Lula's husband, my great-uncle J.A. Peterman was one of only four men who still owned the same store located in the same place in downtown Dothan as they did in 1897. The Peterman store was on North Foster Street.)

"Stylish" George Brown

Tobe Parody ( The basis for this character may be former Dothan Chief of Police Tobe Domingus) https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=31762560Image may contain: one or more people

James Lewis Jefferson "Tobe" Domingus, Sr.

Coot Harper

Joe Manheim

Charlie Factor

colored boy in a white coat from McPherson's Saloon

Reverend Sime Acree

Virgil (The character of Virgil may have been inspired by a Downtown Dothan street personality named Homer White) When Tobe and Buck first see Virgil on Aven's streets, Tobe asks, "Buffalo Bill?" Buffalo Bill brought his Wild West Show to Dothan on October 10, 1907.
"Homer could be found at the Houston Theater every day watching westerns. Homers later was missing a few runs. I don't think he could play that guitar and he could tell some tall tales.He would set on the front row, in case Bob Steele needed a little help with the outlaws.

" Homer would watch the same movie every day They may run them 2 or 3 days. He would tell you what was going to happen, and when they had a fight, he could not sit still. With him sitting on the front row you could see him jumping up and down getting into it.

"I remember a story about Homer. He was known to stretch the truth. He would walk to town every day. One day this farmer was at the end of his row at the time Homer come by. He yelled,'Homer, come here and tell me a lie.' without slowing. Homer said,' I can't. That lady up there fell and broke her leg and I am going to get a doctor.' The farmer left his mule in the field and ran home to find his wife hanging out clothes. He said, 'Well I asked for that one.' " ~ Jerry Walker

the little Tiller girl

Aven's first city engineer

Colie Mellinger (here the author uses his uncle Colie Baker's first name as a name for a character)

Hopson the blacksmith

Naomi, one of Mabe's prostitutes

The Railroad Brotherhood

Miss Kirkland of Miss Kirkland's School

Henry the cook at the Bannon house

train conductor

worried man in the Waycross depot

Negro shoe shine boy in Waycross

Aven city clerk

Pet Tolleson, county school superintendent

bookkeeper at the dispensary

Tom, Senator from Alabama

Governor Thrasher

Mrs. Myra Thrasher

Brookie , cook at the Choctawhatchee cabin

colored boy at the Choctawhatchee cabin who shot a pistol every 15 minutes

T.H. Harrison of the Harrison House

two Negroes carrying a dresser and mirror up the stairs at the Harrison House

small colored boy in a white jacket at the Harrison House

page 199 bellboy who fetches Hearn's ice

Old Spang, city hall janitor

colored chauffeur for Hearn's car

Mayme Foster

Four little Negros who ran out of a ditch after the railroad engine released steam

Janie Bannon's oldest red-headed granddaughter who meets them at the depot when they arrive from NYC

Miss Edie

the city clerk

CHAPTER 19

two Negroes carrying furniture

T. H. Harrison, clerk @ Harrison House

small colored boy at the ice chests in the Harrison House stair well

bellboy at the Harrison House

Old Spang, the janitor at City Hall

Pet Tolleson, superintendent of county schools

Smiley, Harrison House employee who is to give Virgil the best meal




Location of scenes from DEVIL MAKE A THIRD:

The Bannon Place outside of Aven

Aven railroad depot

Green's General Mdse

Mason's store (work shoe competition)

Tate's Hill

Amos Longshore's house (has a yard with grass)

Mabe's Place

downtown Aven "half a mile from the railroad just to get closer to the spring and the distillery"

The spring

The saloon

Baptist Bottom http://www.dothaneagle.com/news/letters_to_editor/letter-hawk-houston-boys-and-girls-club-has-successful-th/article_8e559652-758c-11e4-a6b5-9f2ba2257676.html 

Puddin' House

Bannon Block on St. Simon Street

Corner of St. Simon and Oak Streets

Basin Street (East and West Main Streets? "Main Street" is also mentioned in Aven so this is very questionable)

Gus Blissett's house

Colt Peterman's place out in the country

Amos Longshore's farm northeast of Aven

Albany

Mobile

Gordon

blacksmith shop

35 foot piece of property next to Green's

New railroad crossing on Basin Street, two blocks from Buck's new store

New railroad route northeast of Aven

Dean's livery stable (Holman's Livery)

Joe Manheim's store two doors down from Buck's new store

Rose Hill

Buck and Ivy's house on Oak Street

Old Fritter home

Mercy Creek

the steaming bogs on Old Bay

creek bank on the main gravel highway to Albany

Acid Plant Hill on the edge of Negro Quarters

Columbia

site of the OLD JAIL (lot on which HARRISON HOUSE is built)

McTyre's Place (saloon)

The Bottle (saloon)

Kraft's

Aven Telephone Company

Thacker's Boardinghouse

Lota Kyle's home just over the Georgia Line

Edgemont School For Young Ladies in Tennessee

Mayor's office in City Hall (When Jeannie Bannon visits Buck in the Mayor's office (page 164), she mentions that Buck is 38 years old. Buck Baker was 38 in 1907)

Miss Kirkland's School

Big Creek

Spring Creek

Econfina Creek

new police station near City Hall

Dispensary across the street from City Hall

Rosehill Gardens in Montgomery ~ "Page 211 references Rosehill Gardens in Montgomery. Pretty sure this is Capitol's Rosemont Gardens Florist. Not sure when this old flower shop was established but grew roses year-round in glass greenhouses until florist production industry moved to Columbia South America in the 60/70's.." ~ Lorie Felton

from the Sunday, December 12, 1952 MONTGOMERY ADVERTISER
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from the May 5, 1914 ANDALUSIA STAR
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Choctawhatchee River

Wagon Yard one block east of Oak Street (J.P. Folkes had a wagon yard at the NW corner of Crawford and Foster, one block east of Oates St.)
https://issuu.com/beersbooks/docs/dothan_booknew
"You mentioned the Wagon Yard in one of your posts, When I was a little girl, (I am 85 now) my Dad brought us to town from near Brannon Stand and we "parked" our two mules and the wagon in the Wagon Yard you spoke of..Daddy brought along a tub of water and a plat of hay for the mules to have while we went to Kress and Newberry's, oh, and to THE LEADER STORE where we got our one pair of shoes a year whether we needed them or not... ~ Nita Hogg


(note: "Oak Street" is probably Oates Street and "the Wagon Yard" owned by Dothan "Founding Father" J.P. Folkes was located one block east where the Carmichael Building now stands on the corner of East Crawford and South Foster)
from page 186 of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD
Buck stood on the rear platform of the train and watched the grey-black ribbon of the roadbed shape behind him into a pattern of crossties and cinders as the wheels slipped and jolted and grunted to a stop.
He sniffed the air shortly, once, then he breathed deeply, throwing back his head and holding it a long time. He wrinkled his nose as he let the breath out.
"Well," he said, out loud, "I reckon even a pogie boat smells good to a man who calls it home, but doggone if Aven don't get right high in hot weather."
He leaned over the railing and looked forward along the train. Up ahead, the engine panted and suddenly spewed live steam into a shallow ditch. Four small Negro boys flushed out of the ditch, running, laughing, falling and rolling and laughing again.
Buck waved at them and sniffed once more as he straightened up.
"Fish at the depot," he thought. Funny about Aven. Eighty miles to salt water and none of the close-by creeks big enough to cause such a flux of fish, and still it always smelled like fish. Something from the sea the year round. Winter time, there'd be speckled trout seined from the warm-water bayous and creeks and slews where they schooled to fight the cold. Mullet in winter, too. Mullet herded with cast nets into small slews or onto the shallows. Winter time.
"Oysters," Buck said out loud and grinned to himself. Lord, the way they used to bring 'em when September rolled around. Before the new road inched through to the coast. Wagon trains with croker sack and canvas coverings wetted down at Big Creek, Spring Creek, Econfina Creek, all the streams that webbed the land and drained Alabama into the Gulf.
His mind didn't say the words, but he could see them: Apalachicola oysters with big white clean shells and a taste like they had fed on fresh water; Indian Pass oysters, small and muddy on the outside and as tight against an opening knife as a turtle's mouth, but clean inside and tasting wild with the bay and the brine; North Bay oysters, small and muddy, too, on the outside but darker and sweeter on the inside and friendlier to the knife.
He could see in his mind the old wagons, dusty on top but dripping water underneath, rolling onto the outskirts of Aven and up Oak Street and one block east to the Wagon Yard. He could see the black dust-rimmed mouth of the wagoner yelling, "A dozen free to the first pretty girl." And he could see again, plodding along under the tail gate, the slack hound bitch that kept the cats away.
Now, though, in hot summer, with the trains on a three-hour run, he could see the huge casks, baggagemen rolling them casually on a single rim, guiding with one hand and rotating with the other until they thumped them upright into place. Now, the barrelheads with tight caulking of croker sacking dripped ice water off red snapper, that Florida fishermen had pulled out, unprotesting, often in meek clusters of three. There'd be king mackerel horsed out of the Gulf with a line as thick as a child's finger and flung over the shoulder of the fisherman to a helper who removed the fish and rebaited the hook. There'd be largemouthed bass and bream, either seined from the fresh-water creeks and lakes or dynamited, or poisoned with black walnut or limed upcreek and harvested dead downstream. And, now in summer time, there'd be smaller casks, set aside for hard-shelled crabs, red as the devil and as stubborn to crack, with a salt sweetness inside. Or there'd be shrimp, still tucking their feelers inside the curl of their bodies for protection. Or, the boneless throats and jaws of snappers, wrapped separately from the fillets of mackerel or trout and sometimes pompano caught from the surf.

"Hey, Lord," Buck said, suddenly, and stretched both arms as high over his head as he could, "another mile and there'll it'll be, smellin' like a field hand eatin' sardines, but smellin' good to me just the same."

This passage is the beginning of CHAPTER 18 of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD. This chapter is set right in the middle (page 186 of 383 pages) of a novel which spans 25 years (1890-1915) of Aven's (a.k.a. "Dothan's") formative years. CHAPTER 18 (circa 1908) could be considered THE END OF THE FRONTIER chapter in Aven history. Buck and his Mama have come back from New York City and Buck is ready to build a structure architecturally identical to one he'd seen in NYC which had been designed to fit a triangular lot. That building was the Flatiron Building and it would be the basis for the HARRISON HOUSE (a.k.a. Dothan's Hotel Martin ~The opening of this Dothan hotel transformed the town's commercial landscape.) At the end of Chapter 18, the author reintroduces his two Interlude characters, railway brakemen, Jake and Bass, who periodically inform the reader about Buck's progress in Aven. Jake is drunk and can't get Miss Edie down at the Aven Telephone Company. When she finally gets on the line, Jake insults her and she immediately hangs up. Jake then has a fit and tears the telephone off the wall, walks down the street from his location at Dean's Livery Stable (a.k.a. Holman Mule Co.) , goes into Aven Telephone, hollers, "Miss Edie, here's number twenty-five." & tosses the remains of the telephone into Miss Edie's office. So inquiring minds want to know, who had "number twenty-five" in 1908?
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New York City

Masonic Lodge

Old Jail ~ located on the triangular lot that inspired Buck to build his hotel like the Flatiron Building he'd seen in New York City.

Harrison House (Hotel Martin) The author may have gotten the name HARRISON HOUSE from the Gulfview Hotel which stood on the waterfront on the east side of present-day Harrison Avenue in Panama City from 1890-1910. This hotel was also known as the Gulfview Inn, THE HARRISON HOUSE or the Jenk's Place. The Baker brothers were frequent visitors to Panama City from 1890-1910.

new standpipe water reservoir near the depot

Dean's Livery Stable office

McTyre's place

Aven Telephone Company

New police station next to the new city hall

the dispensary right across from City Hall

the Masonic Lodge

Hearn's Great Northern touring car

the red brick church where Buck and Lota are married






Antiquated Terms and Colloquialisms from Chapter 1 of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD:

Maccaboy snuff

a dirt road sport

sanded yard

pokeberry red

dun-colored bantam hen

hide-bottomed rocker

syrup bucket flowerpot

suck a meat skin

"hand-hewn bench that had been soaped and scrubbed until little soft splinters stuck up now and then, even against the grain"

"For God's sake..."

"I say you ain't to use the Lord's name while you're in the house, Buck."

"full red beard that he chopped off straight across at the neckline."

"twist a baling wire around a small wooden box full of clothes"

"Don't you go sparkin' in them jeans of mine..."

"shining from fetlock to forelock"

"rootin' for vittles in this here sorry clay"

"cuffed little Coke away from his syrup lick under the table"

flat-bed wagon

"I went to mill and back and made the trade."

"flicked the lines and pulled the mule sharply around"

"smooth whispering grind of the iron-rimmed wheels on hard sand"

"cotton quilt with the funny frocking on the edges"

"Blue Back speller that cost a quarter bushel of meal"

"pitch pine popping and sparking and scorching some while others froze"

"lunch bucket"

"fatback, syrup and corn bread"

"grabbed the lines to his chest"

"mules unshod feet"

"keep him from rattling the lines"

"a frog thumped a tub"

"a chill in the air that came out of a wet bottom"

"wrapped the lines around his wrist"

"he reached out with a foot and tested his weight on the shaft. He placed his left hand on the mule's rump and began to walk out the shaft, sliding his hand along the rough sweaty ridge of backbone until he felt the up-curved end of the shaft with his foot. He pushed off, dividing his shove between his hand on the mule's collar and his foot on the shaft, and jumped clear of creek water."

"Don't let Papa make you plow the big mule, boy," he said, "Big John'll pure pull yore arms out at the sockets. But you got to quit sleepin' in the cotton rows when you ought to be choppin'."

"some of his mother's cush he could take and eat out of the palm of his hand like it was a bowl. He'd nuzzle into that Thanksgiving cush like a hound."

"fill up on cush before they got to turkey. Corn meal and onions with meat stock were cheaper than turkey."

"the first shining finger of railroad glinted suddenly ahead of him and his feet began to crunch on the new roadbed. Cinders."

"smell of fresh-cut fat pine ties and tar and oil and smoke that coughed shudderingly out of the belled stack of a small switch engine whose firebox glowed line a woodsfire."

"a small corner of Alabama wasn't lying fallow any longer, but was heavy with the germ of a town."

"Aven's first row of tin-roofed shacks with a swing to his copper-toed shoes."

"A brakeman in the new ACL yards"

CHAPTER 2

"pioneered with his shoulder blades"

"baggage truck"

"It's better'n wakin' up with Hearn rootin' from one side and Jeff from the other till they prize me up off the pallet"

"the one curious older girls took behind the privy after school"

"already his eyes would glide over one girl without quickening, to suddenly narrow sleepily at the first sight of her sister."

"sitting on the front porch pleating and unpleating her skirt"

"shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves"

"we got rid o' downright hard shirt sleeves"

"a live creek meandering the year round through the bottom"

"lifting the lid off a mess of greens and fatback"

"the rifle at Chicamauga Gap and slippery ellum bark for dressing"

"ease out of bed so the rustling of shucks wouldn't wake Joe"

"hot smells of side meat and chicory coffee bellied out of the chimney's draught"

"He'd cut a step or two"

"tinka-bell reflections"

"what the sand was for. Floorin'. Floorin' to cover the clay and drain off the bath water."

"creek-bottom sand"

"God's bottom. A hobo on a baggage truck I never thought to see."

"if you're any kind o' hand with a pick"

"but I ain't aimin' to dig in no more dirt"

"He felt the excitement yeasting inside at sight of a small neat buggy with new harness"

INTERLUDE

"long billed railroad man's striped cap"

CHAPTER THREE

"rocking whip of the drive shaft"

"more and more folks here lettin' grass grow in their yards. Mother wouldn't have it."

"It's growin' crazy as a gourd vine flingin' out a creeper now and then and stores and houses hitchin' on whenever they feel like it."

"Jake, them's white girls."

"That's Jernigan on the cord. He gives it that laughin', wheedlin' twist"

"the goods box at one end of his cot"

"dressed up like a travelin' dentist"

"like a scope of timber"

"like a colored woman with a bundle on her head"

"like findin' rock candy in a syrup bucket"

"narrow, black string tie"

"Nobody ever knocked a man in the head for a sack of candy"

"like the eyes of a chicken who wants to cut out some light"

"for some doctorin' in Atlanta"

"began to pare his nails"

"What makes you think I'd rob a man because I had him where the hair is short?"

"You like to make a dollar"

"He wondered if Longshore would rise to that"

"I ain't got time to stop and build bridges when I come to a creek. I've got to jump to stay on schedule"

"Don't whine. A thief's a thief."

CHAPTER FOUR

"the jangle of the banjo, played day and night behind the thin partition that separated the whites from the colored folks' side"

"louder near the curved slot through which the bartender shoved drinks to the Negro customers"

"It stingeth like an adder and biteth like a serpent." (Proverbs 23: 29, 30, 32)

"the bottle of white corn whiskey"

"like a quick wisp of steam blown across his face from the kettle at syrup-making time"

"the patches of turpentine oozing from the pine looked like blisters"

"I'm a' goin' pi'rootin' "

"kiss all the girls and run climb a tree an' wait for them to cut me down."

"throwing the rain-washed roots of the sycamore trees up high like a sick steer's ribs"

"odors of frying fish, onions and hush puppies"

"kerosene lamp on a goods box"

"Here, Big Time, preach me some hell-fire and alligator teeth"

"Ain't you kinda lit up, Boss?"

"Like a country church."

"Boss, whore ladies like a little something on the side. Now I got a pair o' fine billy goats, Boss, which'd make mighty pretty pets down yonder."

"I figgered even a goat'd ruther live in a house full of ready women that lay in the road."

"corn-shuck mat"

"Hey, Mabe! Company."

"a newel post to put it by"

INTERLUDE

"rubber-tired buggy"

CHAPTER FIVE

"I was hasslin' to leave it"

"pickle dish the store had sent from Eufaula the first year Papa had bought big"

"two pound Barred Rock fryers"

"the peas- cooked soft with a split chunk of home-cured boiling meat - the tiny Lady Finger peas, the ones God gave po' folks for dessert."

"forget the grubbin' I been doin' "

"something to make a man's skin crawl off"

"derby hat"

"didn't want to make the nap streak in the wrong way"

"jerked the whip out of the socket"

"eased out a little more slack in the lines and felt the mare take it up in a second with a quickening step and a lunge into the collar."

"Take it, you scaper"

"what she called heavy words"

"looped his lines around the shiny whip socket"

"a long minute"

"his long driving coat"

"knuckled his head hard"

"work like a brag mule"

"circle-foot plow"

INTERLUDE

"waste pine"

"like beetles on a lampshade"

"Bible says we'll always have pore folks. But how come, by God, it's got to be me?"

"Well, don't blow off at me."

"I'm like a broke-leg mule"

"I cain't carpenter, nor lay brick, nor plow- cain't do a damned thing but brake on the railroad"

"laid a large piece of ham on top of a slab of hoecake"

"that's middle o' the night talk"

"Reckon not"

"A man oughtn't to live over two hoe handles from his business"

CHAPTER SIX

"floor joist for every two feet of flooring" (description of Bannon house, page 59)

"mule dealer's badge of office- a cheap walking stick whose blunt end was scuffed and stained with manure and tobacco juice"

"Well, y'all come." "Y'all come, too."

"with places to dress without turning their backs"

"bought brick"

"We run over a cooter"

"I think they eat quail eggs"

"blunt tip of a bone-handled kitchen knife"

"held the reins loosely in his right hand, idly whipping the ends against his legs"

"Boy, you ain't never seen nothin' like the way that land was yeastin' when we sold"

"the mill marks still showed where the planes had scraped."

"We'll put a shuck mattress up there, too."

"There's a big stove comin' tomorrow with warmers and a hot-water reservoir"

"Look at that bank walker's strut Buck's got"

"wrapped his lines carefully before he jumped off the wagon"

"you lazy hound"

CHAPTER SEVEN

"a man 21 years old that ain't got no more sense than me ought to be hung"

"I could a' bought a big lot of them cheap work shoes from that drummer and undercut hell out of Mason's"

"I can jump prices"

"Papa don't know who painted the preacher's horse green and killed it, but I do."

"fighting mulishly against the drug of a full stomach"

"The moon threw things out of kilter"

"When morning came, he could brass it out."

"I'll just go down and man it out."

big wood range

"Little Vic whimpering and sucking a sugar tit"

"her eyes were as black as mulberries"

INTERLUDE

"the short collar of his overall jumper higher up on the stub of a neck"

"He hauled at the worn and shiny leather strap looped through the buttonhole in the breast pocket of his overalls."

"them damned young'uns must eat like boar shoats. Been here six months and interest gnawin' at me like another conscience"

"I'll be glad when you get that blessed watch back so you can get back on the road. I'm plumb wore out with these piddlin' jobs..."

"Jake put his broad heavy foot on his end of the chain and threw the loop so it would slide freely"

"but damned if he ain't got us suckin' hind tit"

"job helpin' to lay out the town"

"Bass trudged on with chain winding like a hundred-foot snake behind him until it tightened, then he stooped and drove his stake."

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Laying it out too little"

"holes where her kids had dug caves and tunnels"

"Well, we're livin' spite o' all we can do"

"Mother's feedin' whole milk to the pigs 'cause she ain't got time to churn. Wonder if you could run up some milkin' time and kinda spell her at the churn. Reckon, if you're bakin' any cakes, she'd be proud if you'd try some o' her butter."

"he got hurt brakin', and can't go back to the road"

"a pied calf being led by a small colored boy across towards the blacksmith shop"

"I'll work up the papers"

"Pore chance but I'm honin' after both of 'em" page 80

"two doors were nearly wide enough to be called shutters" (Green's General Mdse)

"a large woman whose heavy cracked milking hands yearned slowly over a yard-wide bolt of stiff shiny taffeta"

"Whew! Colder than a hound's nose"

"Hate to be fixin' fence on that high forty back home" (page 81)

"the light beating fitfully through the isinglass window in the stove."


"Papa, it's like you know when to plant. It ain't just knowin'; it's part feelin'. Well, I got that feelin'."

"Boy, ain't we movin' a mite fast?"

"Watch the barbershops, they follow the money. There ain't a one on our street."

"a horseback opinion"

"Hell, Papa, our ox is gettin' belly deep in the mire. And when the ox is in the mire you get him out."

"I've got to light a shuck"

"Papa, I got a right rough thumb and a man don't get hurt unless he's gentlin' a brier."

CHAPTER NINE

" and spread the tails of his coat."

"the light of an oil lamp with its rose-colored glass screen"

"Let him ease up on it himself if he was in a trading mood"

"Nothin' but tie-ties and rock ridges that'd ruin a plowshare to ever' half acre"

"He's got a couple of sorry tenants he'd like to place"

"I figure to put a new store downtown and get some o' that silk-stockin' trade"

"you got a lock on me"

"I can't let him think I've run under a log with it"

"I ain't achin' to sell"

INTERLUDE

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"He ain't after that. Way he dresses up you can see he's out to marry."

"Well, boy, I got to run by an' pick up a jug I got hid out an' get goin'"

"That gal's always got a sweet shrub tied to the corner of a handkerchief. Rubs her face with it"

"Dogbite it!"

"Git, horse, eight mile to Gordon"

CHAPTER TEN

"money's a thing to be worked like a hired hand. It's that and it's like a crop, a green thing that'll grow like hell if it's planted and make a mighty pretty stand if it's tended."

"that girl's got me to where I don't know if I'm buyin' beef or beans"

"I see you around, prancin' like a stud horse with a diamond in his halter, but I never saw you hit a lick."

"peepin' at the hole card"

"calm as a settin' hen"

"biggest coon walks just 'fore dawn"

"I'm raw at this game"

"spring-backed knife"

"I got a feelin' we downright gee on that matter."

"Stick around, reckon we can gee on some other matters, too."

CHAPTER 11

"the lines were looped around the whip socket"

"the sun dappled the shiny flanks of Buck's horse with shadows"

"stiff leather creaked beneath Buck's weight as he shifted in the buggy seat and the springs whined gratefully as he stood up on the floor board"

"the sudden urgent stamping of the horse and the jingle of harness metal shook time awake"

"brought low voices through the tie-tie that was so choked with laurel they couldn't see around the bend"

"Buck gathered up the lines and clucked and when they passed the other buggy, he and Ivy nodded as if they were bowing and he said, 'Hot, ain't it?' The man in the other buggy said, 'Middlin' ' "

CHAPTER 12

"driving a wagon six days a week for the express company"

"I gentled his mammy, but he might take a curb"

"He won't take drivin', though. You'll have to toll him."

"We better get goin' or the young'uns'll have cat hairs in the butter."

"Shame the farmers are layin' by, youngster"

"You ain't talkin' like Sunday."

"God don't love ugly and I got to get home and feed the mules to mortify my flesh."

"pushing the bag under the seat of his red-wheeled buggy."

"Come on, Virgil. I'll stake you to supper downtown."

"he let the slack of the reins drop on the horse's rump and drew him around in a tight circle"

"It wasn't until the horse seemed satisfied with its gait and the buggy had steadied into easy creaking motion that Buck dropped the reins carelessly to the floor and held them down with his foot."

"look over to the clouds in the west. They're pilin' up like a million tons o' lint cotton."

"He pushed her knees out of the buggy seat and pulled her close with his arm around her shoulder, 'Well, start sweetenin' ', he said, and picked up the reins off the floor. He slapped the lines down on his horse's back, 'Git up, you!' "

"huge oaks which bordered nearly every street in Aven"

"Little later on, them limbs'll get right white with the cotton they drag off the wagons comin' into town"

"You turn the lamps on," he said thickly, "while I'm puttin' up the horse."

INTERLUDE

"whittled wooden seat of the wagon"

"seeping through the coal dust that always lay in the air around the freight yards."

"He put one foot on the spoke of the wagon wheel and caught the seat to pull himself up"

"he rattled the lines to start the team"

"Like shovelin up behind a mule"

"Jake yelled the words and the mules stuttered their step in sudden fear"

"Right when I'm hatin' him enough to cut his tripes out, he gets aholt o' me and tells me he'll knock off two dollars"

"Jake, did you come to take me home so I could help you put up that stove?"

CHAPTER 13

"Damned jackass weather. Three days till Christmas and winter still ain't headed up."

"the calander would say it was time for the frost to sweeten the persimmons, but the soft winds of the Gulf would tell the possums to wait a little longer near the burdening tree near the fence line, and the hot sun would say there wasn't much use in hilling your sweet potatoes. The farmers would come in the store all out of heart eyeing the meat block and growling, 'By killin' time, the hogs'll've et up all the corn an' there won't be no meal to eat with the meat."

"his mind would roll suddenly like a trout to a rain frog"

"No crop, no pay."

"Unless you've got a note and then there're mules and tools and sometimes land itself coming back for the feed and the seed, the side meat and the salt,  the copper-toed shoes and the kettle that left the store."

"he'd say to himself the ginning was done and the crop had been good, so what the hell if the frost never came to help out the next year."

"The hard money was there to shake loose the big stock of heavy coats and the bolts of fancy woolens that clogged the shelves of the store."

"the storekeeper-furnisher took a chance"

"whichever way the farmer moved, the storeman had him going and coming"

"he crossed the yard under the familiar chinaberry tree"

"bare feet to the unbleached-sheeting drawers"

"She held the below-knee length skirt of her green checked cotton dress out in front of her as if to catch something"

"when she goes to the pantry for somethin' she rolls 'em out the cathole"

"up the steps, and onto the big screened back porch with its two big rockers and its neat stack of soft-pine boxes"

"How you makin' it, son?"

"Common," Buck said,"just common."

"Millie was sitting on the far end of the long breakfast bench with her eyes shadowed and dropped over a clumsy narrow mixing bowl whose wooden sides were heavily floured to keep the bisquit dough from sticking. She held the bowl on the lap of a too-large dress made exactly like Christina's and from the same bolt of cloth."

"color rising about the square-cut neckline of her dress."

"stooped to open and look inside the fire door"

"Aw, hell, let's take the text on somebody else."

"He's dead set on marryin' that little Tiller girl  an' she ain't right for one o' my boys."

"Don't nobody have to tell me what's been goin' on when a girl gets out of a buggy and has to reach down inside her dress to settle herself."

"he's doin' his best to ape you and can't"

"I ain't throwin' off on you."

"the way she makes it down the street with them play-pretties bouncin' "

"Chokin' a cat with cream may not be the best way but it's a good way if the cream holds out. I'll just get him a red buggy and a snappy little gaited horse and a couple good bird dogs."

"a small cluster of stores, planing mill, blacksmith shops and open saloons"

"a private, boarded walk for a few feet, then down again on the public ruts and ditches and bogs"

"a new wagon, perhaps empty of household goods or work tools, but full to the sideboards with a new family, would grind slowly through the straggling streets with old eyes searching and young eyes just as big and as solemn, flaring with excitement. Or it might be an old wagon, piled high with stove and mattresses and chairs and the children walking close to the wheels. Buck always nodded his head slowly at sight of the old wagons. 'That bunch has been through the mill and that kind comes to stay."

"there's goin' to be killin's over land lines"

"Already, its one engineer still afraid of the steam compressor that powered the small new water system."

"all hoping to break first into the blooming new Wire grass trade area."

"And after they came, the drummers couldn't rent buggies or horses"

"front porch of the old Fritter home."

"knob-toed shoes and their tight checked trousers"

"folks from the piney woods and the gallberry lowlands"

"Christmas decorations of small pine trees or cedars, smilax and pine cones and red paper had to be freshened every day, particularly in the saloons."

"jangle of banjo or guitar from the swinging doors."

"unmistakable whine and slap as a drunken mule driver laid on his whip, and as often came the choked-off small scream of the mule driver's wife as the mule lurched into the crowded streets"

"Howdy, Buck," and most of the women would raise their heads so their billed calico bonnets looked like inverted sugar scoops and say,"Evenin', Mr. Bannon."

"Colie Mellinger, where you been? Know you ain't been workin', or the seat o' them pants wouldn't be shiny as a nigger's heal."

"someone else lit the flowered, painted china kerosene lamps which hung from each ceiling or were set in brackets on the walls of each store."

under a swinging sign that read, "The Bottle"

the sign on the open window shutter,
"Joe Kraft, Buy or Sell."
"This is one Kraft who approves of Christmas"

"They acted like two preachers talkin' all buttery with each other"

"if they take battlin' sticks to one another"

"the white wooden safe"

"one end of the wash bench that was built from the wall out to one of the porch uprights. He dipped water from a large washtub and poured it carefully into a small blue-grey pan of baked enamel."

"Whoa." The horse stopped so quickly the buggy nearly bucked where the shafts joined the axle"

"ain't goin' to have any o' my folks doin' somebody else's dirt for nothin'!"

"Virgil checked the horse with a slight pull of the lines"

"He lifted the reins and let them fall back down lightly on the horse"

"He raised up in the buggy again, trying to see, steadying himself by holding onto Virgil's shoulder"

"He sat back down and grabbed the whip out of the socket. He struck the horse smartly and the animal jumped forward in spite of the thick underbrush. The buggy began to rock and thump over small hillocks and its wheels and stiff springs squeaked as they struck small logs and stumps and bounced over them. Virgil held the reins in one hand and clutched the small metal arm on his left with the other."

"Buck leaned back in the buggy and crossed his legs. He put one arm on the back of the seat around Virgil's shoulders and held the buggy whip lightly in his other hand."

"Virgil checked the horse's gait and the noise of the buggy springs stopped."

"the buggy springs squeaked as his weight came off it."

"One of you hide 'n seek heroes ain't got the guts to do his own dirt"

"the yellow hound"

"join a bunch o' sons-o'-bitches that have to herd up to strip a whore."

"the eyes were small and unblinking as a terrapin's in a fold of flesh that was like a long wrinkle"

"feeling the familiar shagginess of the deer-foot handle, wearing off near the jaws, but still thick at the butt end."

"He flipped out the long heavy blade which tapered down to a fine point, stained with dark threads where Joe Bannon had whittled from his tobacco plug."

"the knife blade stuck straight out from the side of his right hip, on which he had braced his fist and the shaggy handle of the knife."

"she was naked except for a pair of high-buttoned black shoes and rolled black stockings"

"Her long brown hair was still piled neatly, held in place by two tight plaits which crossed from side to side and went on around her head to be gathered in the back and secured with a green roach comb."

"He held her by the elbow and shoved upwards as she put on foot on the round metal step"

"so, by God, ever' one o' you toe the mark"

CHAPTER 15

"He stopped beside the buggy with a hand on the shaft. The horse was blowing a little, easily, but with a full pumping that made his ribs show in the bright March moonlight. Buck slapped the horse on the chest and took out a white handkerchief to wipe his hand. 'Sweatin', ' he said, wonderingly, "Old man must a' been hightailin' it, and it dark."

"Papa's big Jersey found a calf tonight."

"Get down to rock and say what you mean."

"Those girls were women before they were fancy."

"They were in the parlor, sitting big-eyed on furniture that was still stiff with newness because it had not been used."

"He says I'm 'bout petered out, boy."

"They (father's shoes) were black, with high tops and knobtoes, and there was a cloth strap hanging limply out the back of each shoe."

"You're going to be the lead horse after I'm gone but your ma is goin' to hold a check rein on you"

"...you'd let a dollar outshine what it'll buy"

"I don't mean to low-rate you"

"She made coffee several times balancing the big blackened pot on the corner of the grate."

"Bear to the pain"

"how he would lean his left forearm above his head against the crib door and write,"Daddy. Died March 13"

INTERLUDE

"like a pond gannet feeding off the bottom"

"I'm liverish"

"I never went no further'n high four at Old Columbia."

"Our own distillery, feed mills, fertilizer factory, cotton gins, brick buildin's, and God-blessed courtroom so you won't have to go clean to Abbeville to get hung."

"the damn town didn't have enough cash to buy one day's feed for its mules."

"His pa shore had his mind on it when he got Buck"

"he didn't go and throw the ball over the fence like we'd a'done."

"Hey, Lord, this world, then that last white shirt an' the next world"

CHAPTER 16

"Many times as I've washed the rings from a mayhaw pond off your legs."

"Enough folks hammerin' on me as it is."

"It's hard to watch your tongue when somethin's swellin' in your mind."

"You to straw-boss but me to ride herd but me to ride herd an' use a check rein when I figured it was time."

"They laid around suckin' rum an' gamblin' "

"he sidles around her, savin' string or mighty near it."

"then he dresses up like a barber off duty."

"old enough to grab a handful o' money through the wicket down at the bank an' run like hell."

"you married a dirt farmer"

"you better let me pick out another straw boss"

"I'll show you how you learned to ride roughshod"

"You've played big Ike"

"you get down in the lines and won't move."

"I made more cold-out dollars"

"Papa told me to straw-boss this outfit"

"Steal an' lie an' fight like a tiger and the only way I can whip 'im is to catch 'im heavy-bellied under that bunch of bananas in the closet."

"He bought the fanciest set o' books in the state"

CHAPTER 17

"sanded back yard"

"Nigger an' the white man playin' seven up, Nigger win the money but 'e scaired to pick it up"

"took the sweetgum brush out of her mouth"

"Reckon you're dead set on bein' country, shellin' peas, chewin' a gum brush and sassafras tea boilin' for a spring tonic."

"I am country. Your papa used to say we come from so far in the piney woods that when we rendered a hog we got as much turpentine as we did lard."

"Soon be as hot as a cob pipe."

"an' them wearin' their Edgemont bloomers"

"like she's got a case of heart love"

"Grey's workin' in your hair like weeds in young cotton"

"if it looks like I'll need a new fascinator, I'll get it in New York"

"Buck had lifted his feet too many times away from the small cuspidor banging from the iron framework of the seat."

"Old Ladie's comforts"

"tight fitting dark alpaca coat"

"journey proud"

"one of those pistols full of candy"

"go-devil swagger"

"this here candy gun will col' out decorate him."

"Boss, I'm obliged."

"Then, suddenly, he was smiling and the shine boy started back towards his place against the wall, strutting high-shouldered and sliding his feet, soft-shoeing a dance that was mostly inside him, to music that was all inside him."

"He stopped in the couplings on the square metal plate that had clanged down to cover the steps."

"He watched the sawmill fire glide by."

"staring out at the dim lamplights shining square through the windows of the small passing houses"

"...Mayme Foster saw the boy over here around Easter and she says he ain't got a blemish of Longshore. All Bannon."

CHAPTER 18
(note: "Oak Street" is probably Oates Street and "the Wagon Yard" owned by Dothan "Founding Father" J.P. Folkes was located one block east where the Carmichael Building now stands on the corner of East Crawford and South Foster)
from page 186 of DEVIL MAKE A THIRD
Buck stood on the rear platform of the train and watched the grey-black ribbon of the roadbed shape behind him into a pattern of crossties and cinders as the wheels slipped and jolted and grunted to a stop.

He sniffed the air shortly, once, then he breathed deeply, throwing back his head and holding it a long time. He wrinkled his nose as he let the breath out.

"Well," he said, out loud, "I reckon even a pogie boat smells good to a man who calls it home, but doggone if Aven don't get right high in hot weather."

He leaned over the railing and looked forward along the train. Up ahead, the engine panted and suddenly spewed live steam into a shallow ditch. Four small Negro boys flushed out of the ditch, running, laughing, falling and rolling and laughing again.

Buck waved at them and sniffed once more as he straightened up.

"Fish at the depot," he thought. Funny about Aven. Eighty miles to salt water and none of the close-by creeks big enough to cause such a flux of fish, and still it always smelled like fish. Something from the sea the year round. Winter time, there'd be speckled trout seined from the warm-water bayous and creeks and slews where they schooled to fight the cold. Mullet in winter, too. Mullet herded with cast nets into small slews or onto the shallows. Winter time.

"Oysters," Buck said out loud and grinned to himself. Lord, the way they used to bring 'em when September rolled around. Before the new road inched through to the coast. Wagon trains with croker sack and canvas coverings wetted down at Big Creek, Spring Creek, Econfina Creek, all the streams that webbed the land and drained Alabama into the Gulf.

His mind didn't say the words, but he could see them: Apalachicola oysters with big white clean shells and a taste like they had fed on fresh water; Indian Pass oysters, small and muddy on the outside and as tight against an opening knife as a turtle's mouth, but clean inside and tasting wild with the bay and the brine; North Bay oysters, small and muddy, too, on the outside but darker and sweeter on the inside and friendlier to the knife.

He could see in his mind the old wagons, dusty on top but dripping water underneath, rolling onto the outskirts of Aven and up Oak Street and one block east to the Wagon Yard. He could see the black dust-rimmed mouth of the wagoner yelling, "A dozen free to the first pretty girl." And he could see again, plodding along under the tail gate, the slack hound bitch that kept the cats away.

Now, though, in hot summer, with the trains on a three-hour run, he could see the huge casks, baggagemen rolling them casually on a single rim, guiding with one hand and rotating with the other until they thumped them upright into place. Now, the barrelheads with tight caulking of croker sacking dripped ice water off red snapper, that Florida fishermen had pulled out, unprotesting, often in meek clusters of three. There'd be king mackerel horsed out of the Gulf with a line as thick as a child's finger and flung over the shoulder of the fisherman to a helper who removed the fish and rebaited the hook. There'd be largemouthed bass and bream, either seined from the fresh-water creeks and lakes or dynamited, or poisoned with black walnut or limed upcreek and harvested dead downstream. And, now in summer time, there'd be smaller casks, set aside for hard-shelled crabs, red as the devil and as stubborn to crack, with a salt sweetness inside. Or there'd be shrimp, still tucking their feelers inside the curl of their bodies for protection. Or, the boneless throats and jaws of snappers, wrapped separately from the fillets of mackerel or trout and sometimes pompano caught from the surf.

"Hey, Lord," Buck said, suddenly, and stretched both arms as high over his head as he could, "another mile and there'll it'll be, smellin' like a field hand eatin' sardines, but smellin' good to me just the same."

"sodded with St. Augustine grass"

"It was dim, like a stump burnin' in a tie-tie on a foggy yellow night when you can see the scrub oak trunks lookin' like thin grey bones. Well, I got that lobster all right, but it wasn't as much fun as I figured it'd be. Might just as well they ain't got 'em down here. They'd laid that critter open right down the middle and had him dressed up for eatin'. There wasn't any more fight to it than eatin' spare ribs, but a white person just don't know how to eat one of  'em. I didn't get much meat out of it and a Chinaman laughed at me. He left his lookin' like red eggshells after Easter. An' he didn't use a thing but his hands and two little sticks."

soaped and sanded kitchen table

"Shaped like a sad iron."

"The city needs a new jail. Mice won't stay in that old place."

"shaped like a flatiron"

"Papa wouldn't hold to such dealings"

"Don't you know a man is bound to stir up some mud when he kicks off from bottom."

A man doesn't change, he develops. He makes, according to the things that happen to him, like a crop makes with the seasons. You can't cuss the cotton. You cuss the rain and the weevil that fester it. A man-you cuss the time he was hungry and couldn't get food or the time he wanted his wife and she-

"Drummers," Buck said, "they'll spend ten dollars of the company's money to make one for themselves. I found it out in New York. Give 'em a room, a pretty good boy to wait on 'em and a fast poker game every night, and you'll see it'll take 'em two weeks to work our territory."

"the Lord had pity on the gourd"

"Well, sir, I got ready to jump, looking ever' which-away for whatever it was and I'll be cussed if I could find it."

"I was plumb crouched and ready to go one way or the other when the fool thing started shaking the ground around me and then I looked up and there it was, a damned train on stilts right over my head."

INTERLUDE 

below the bell crank against the walnut box

"I'm agoin' to ring one more time," he said, "an' central better damn shore answer or I'll make kindlin' out of this contraption."

"you ought to take that switchboard to the privy with you when-"

"I've watched 'im grow from a little chunk," he said, sadly, "to a big ol' stand-up-in-the-road that owns half them buildin's you see up the street." He paused and took one step up the stairway. "An' I've fostered him," he went over his shoulder, "but now, if the Lord lets me, I'm agoin' to cuss him for a thievin' dog." He cleared his throat as they reached the top of the stairs. "Soon as I get a couple more drinks in me an' find a dammed telephone that works."

CHAPTER 19

"You quit worryin' about anything in the world but your own job and you'll do fine here."

"Give me a shot quick," he said, "I think I swallowed some of that rain."

"Phew!" he said, looking back up at Buck. "I can't do worth a cuss with her. Jeff, he can sit still and look picked on and get what he wants. It looked like I kept her riled up so I came on down."

"Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves," Hearn said, suddenly, without smiling. "That's what she kept saying."

His mind suddenly was back to the first night he had spent in Aven, a night when the fear had found him alone. That fear- part of the fight between man and cotton, or man and land, or man and grass. Bermuda grass, lacing a foot deep into the richest soil, holding it against the heavy washing rains and fattening the topsoil for the day when a man would need it. Bermuda grass, friendly at first, then a part of the fight, dirt banker for the man, then making him earn it, making him go in there with a steel beam and a bull-tongue scooter and a mule that was willing to burn itself out alongside of a man. He shuddered, then looked back up at Hearn.
 "Shirtsleeves," he said, softly,"in three generations."

"She says it looks like we're fixin' to do it in one."

He walked over and sat down and put his feet on the new steam-heat register and leaned back while Hearn followed and sat down beside him.

"Somehow or other, when Jeff gets in a tight folks feel sorry for him and the first thing you know they're blamin' all on the other fellow and tryin' to help Jeff out."

He had a brassy taste in his mouth and he leaned over and spat into one of the huge cuspidors.

"By God," he said, thickly, "I donate more'n anybody else and I go right regular. What else can I do?"

"Mother says it comes of lettin' the gamblin' joints and things stay open."

"They got schools. They got a few paved streets and the city's workin' pretty well out of debt. By God, that's more'n they deserve."

"I'll stand on my record an' there ain't enough churches in Jerusalem to make me change my ways."

"Be hasslin' when you get there, boy. I need it now."

"Papa said there ain't but three things worth fightin' over- a land line, a baseball game, or a woman. They'll cool off. Preacher's got to say somethin' an' it can't all be good. One thing sure-they wouldn't be shootin' at me if I didn't have my head up so it could be seen. I'll worry when they stop shootin'."

Jeff carefully leaned his umbrella against one of the six pillars that supported the lobby ceiling....

"it just makes me fractious for folks not to understand how come I do things."

"Hearn, reckon he's been talkin'. He oughtn't to say so much when he talks."

" 'Cordin' to what you call all right. She went to eatin' just before I left and she had gotten mad instead of feelin' sorry for herself. But she still don't like it. Hearn must have told you some of the stuff she said, but he don't know it all. She plumb wore you out."

"Nuh-uh," he said. "She calls it 'woman.' "

"Mother knows all right, but dammit she ought to leave me alone. The only way to get a woman out of your mind is to have her when you want her. Damn a woman, anyhow. Damn a skinny, yellow-headed woman that never made a rule in her life, and never broke one somebody else made. What I need right now is a drink."

"Ever' time them gamblers out West would hear I was raised in Aven, they'd deal me out."

"Not tonight. I'm workin'. But I'll tell you what. You go on an' get your bottle an' join me later on. I got a couple of drummers up at Thacker's Boardin'house that feel like peepin' at the hole card."

"Good," Buck said. "Table stakes?"

George nodded, "Usual place, I reckon, but danged if I don't get tired of chippin' ever' pot to that Pybus boy."

"I forgot," he said, "I got a place. Meet me at the hotel. I'll phone from the office and tell them to fix up a room and get Tobe down."

"Tobe? I didn't figure a chief o' police could-"

"Whoa-up! Don't ride Tobe about that job, George. He just took it as a favor to me."

"I get you." George rubbed his palms together. "Well, playin' in your place will mean a dollar more in the pot."

Buck shook his head and smiled.

"Unh-unh, that just means Tobe'll be chippin' the pot and passin' it to me later on."

George groaned.
"Well, I'd rather give it to a friend." He lifted a hand and started off down the street. "See you soon."

then he heard Central far away saying, "Number. Number. Who do you want?"

"against the white silk of her shirtwaist"

CHAPTER 20 

"Grandpa was so lazy that any crop we made was sure to be a volunteer."

"our city teachers must have some college or normal school."

"Soon be whupped with a piss-ellum club as be whistled in like a dog."

"Grandpa cusses powerful,"

"when Alabama was wooed and won by the United States of America."

"the Senate can't interrupt, but I will"

"throwing back his coattails and sticking his hands deep in his pockets,"you can charm the birds out of the trees, but filibusterin' is just manure on the grave of States' Rights. The big fight is the Pittsburgh Plus freight rate."

"You got it treed."

"...down past the tight-fitting choker collar, and on down along the sheath of heavy white satin that ended just above the tops of her high-buttoned white shoes."

"First heifer I ever owned was just about that color,"

"Fine-looking girl. Built strong, like a first generation woman."

"Governor, a girl like her is as dangerous at your age as seven-card stud."

"She sounds like a blowfly caught in a lampshade."

The Governor's toast: "To the Emancipation of Woman. Every night,"

"Last one. Supper's about ready."

as if she had slipped down inside the whalebone shell of her pale-green gown and wanted to pull back up.

"You all have got oysters fresh from Indian Pass. You'll get a wild turkey, fattened on the limb of a chinquapin tree; you'll eat quail, roasted in butter; you'll eat a steak from a bear that stole the wild tupelo honey on Dead Lakes; and some of you will finish off on a slice of peanut-fed ham. Good people, you'll eat. But not like I will. I'll eat something that was introduced to me on that camping trip. Something that has haunted my waking dreams ever since. Down there on the red mudbanks of the Choctawhatchee grow cypress trees so tall they look black up at the top. And now and then a cypress will find itself wrapped in the green and tender vines of the wild bullace- muscadine to any city-raised folks here. At this season of the year, the slightest Gulf breeze plunks a heavy purple muscadine into the water. And then, ladies and gentlemen, a long, sinuous blue shape glides out from under the cypress knees, turns sideways in the water and waits patiently for the muscadine to stagger downwards, closer and closer, for he knows it can't get away. As I said, friends, I've been honored-because they didn't forget my tastes. Tonight, I'm going to eat a catfish- a bullace-fed blue cat, rolled in yellow, water-ground corn meal, fried in deep fat, by my personal cook of the night-Brooksie herself. Buck, I'm the first Governor to visit your new hotel, but I'm not the last one. They'll be coming long after I'm gone and they'll be all shapes and sizes because they'll just be men, too. But none of them will ever be as glad to have you as a friend as I am tonight."

CHAPTER 21

Walk slow now like a pallbearer, or we'll outrun that gar-mouthed kid with the ring. If he's anything like his daddy, the little bastard'll steal it, pillow and all. T. Peyton Sudduth! So damned sorry even his bees won't make honey.



























from the profile of Buck Baker published in the Dothan Eagle on Saturday, May 23, 1908

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Sunday, July 16, 2017

Wednesday, December 14, 2016



Hank
HERNIATED HANK HENRY
by Buddy Henry


January of 99,myself and a few friends were planting pines on a
piece of property that Phillip Newman had recently purchased.
I received a cell call from my wife, Becky.

BECKY REGISTER HENRY

She said "Cha-ching!"

Our female Boykin Spaniel was in the process of delivering a litter
of pups.

It was exciting to know that,
first,we were going to have some new pups to raise and also
we knew they would be marketable.The pups were fun to raise,but,
at six weeks of age we were going to have to sell the pups
which we were growing attached to.
There were plenty of buyers who quickly picked out a
puppy,except one,
and this will be what the rest of this story will be
about.

Hank,actually his registered name is "Herniated Hank Henry" was the
puppy everyone rejected because he had a small umbilical hernia.
Becky and I would point this out to everyone,so this was probably
the reason he was rejected.
But except for this small hernia,Hank would turn out to
be exceptional in every way.

When it was time to feed the pups after they were about four weeks
old,Hank would be the first to meet you at the gate.
He was just plain excited to see you.
We dubbed him a "Bonkin" because he would be bouncing
up and down when you came to the pups pen.
At the time I thought it was because he wanted to be the first
to eat,in retrospect I know it was
because he wanted to show his love.

All the pups got sold,except Hank.
We got a call from a prospective buyer.
They were ready to buy Hank.

Becky looked at me and said,
"Hank
ain't for sale!!!"

When Hank was nine weeks old, he and I walked out to the end of the
driveway to get the newspaper.
That had been Abby's job,Hank's Mama, up
until that morning.
I put the newspaper in his mouth and ran back to the
house with Hank right behind me.
After that morning all I had to do was
open the door and say ,"Hank,Fetch it up!"
For the next Eight years, Hank
acted like it was as exciting to him as it was for me to see him
retrieve the paper.

The paper was just the  beginning of Hanks retrieving ability.

When Hank was nine months old I took him to his first dove hunt.
I had never fired a gun around Hank.
I was a little scared to shoot because his mom was
"gun-shy".

The birds started coming in.
With Hank by my side, I fired my
gun and luckily downed a bird.
I ran to the bird with Hank right beside
me and was saying "Hank, fetch it up!".
I put the bird in Hanks mouth and
ran back to my shooting blind with Hank beside me.
I gave him a lot of praise,poured some water in my hand
and let him drink from my hand.

That first day shooting I shot nine birds
and except for the first bird that
I put in his mouth he picked up the rest of the birds
and would hurry
back to the blind and graciously accept my praise.

As the years continued Hank became an excellent retriever.

We hunted together for the next eight years.

When in the dove field,Hank would sit
right beside me and help me watch the sky for birds.
He would be so
excited he would wimper when I was missing birds,almost showing
disappointment in me for missing.
I would talk to him and it seemed as if
he understood me.

I consider a couple of times in the field as "great family
moments"in my life.

My two daughters got to go hunting with Hank.

Leslie & Buddy- two nurse anesthetists in the same family!

My oldest daughter, Leslie, took her video camera on one shoot.
She shot some footage of Hank in the "field".
His enthusiasm is very evident on film.


Buddy & Lana


My youngest daughter,Lana (who at the age of sixteen had never shot
a gun) and I were invited to my neighbors just a few hours
before the shoot.Lana and I went out in the yard and I showed
her how to shoot a 20 gauge shotgun.
We went to the hunt and Lana shot many times.
Hank was very patient with her.Lana finally shot down a bird.

I don't know who was
happier,
Lana,Hank or Me!!!.

Lana shot down two birds that day.
Like I
said,"A great family moment".
Even though retrieving was my intent for
having a dog, a Boykin Spaniel,
retrieving was
a minor part of the
happiness Hank brought to our family.

He was truly a "companion".

His loyalty to Becky,my children and I is something that is
difficult to
describe.
You would have to own,or maybe I should say, be blessed to have
an animal such as Hank,to understand one's feelings toward a family
pet.

Hank was "Homeschooled".
He was never a problem student.
His only
limitation were my limits to teach.

I could say,"Truck," and over the
tailgate he would go.
He would stay in the truck until I said "Out.".
I could say "Kennel" and point to the direction I wanted him to go
and he would "kennel-up".
"Sit","Stay",anything I asked ,he was happy to
abide.

Water.He loved it.He would swim for pleasure like an eight year
old child.

Time to relax,Hank would jump up on the front porch swing with
me and lay his soft,beautiful head on me and nap while I napped.

Until Hank, I didn't really understand the bond one could have with
an animal.

Now I understand when people say,"like a member of the family."
We had Hank for eight years.

Today, due to a sudden illness,liver and kidney
failure, we had to"put him down".

Becky and I were with him as the young
veterinarian administered a euthinizing dose of a barbiturate.
We were able to pet him as he went out.

Pain,sorrow,memories streamed through our
minds.

I'll never say as I used to,"He's 'just a dog'."
He was much more.

Becky and I have a small piece of property with an artesian spring
on it.We spend time on the property nearly everyday.
When I would open the
tailgate to my truck Hank would sit until I said"Out."
Most of the time
he would run to the spring for a "dip".

We buried Hank down by the spring
today,we poured some "spring water" on him and covered him with
earth.

If you ever need someone to define "Love" ask me about
"Happy Herniated
Hank Henry".











Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Am I A TENANT WITH USUFRUCT RIGHTS Or Am I OFF THE RESERVATION?

SURPRISE! SURPRISE! Somebody put up two deer stands in our subdivision beside the golf cart trail of the old 15th hole fairway while we were out West. You can see the stand in the distance against the tree on the right.
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Directly across the old fairway of the 15th hole from the deer stand.
CHECK OUT THE CAMO COVER AND AWNING

It is legal to shoot deer over a feeder in Maryland.
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Note that the base of the stand is next to the paved golf cart trail.
The golf cart trail of the old 15th hole underneath the deer stand.
DIRECTLY UNDERNEATH

Deer feeder directly across from the deer stand.
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A view of the entire fairway of the old 15th hole is visible from the first deer stand.

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The second deer stand just a few yards west of the first.


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VIEW OF THE OLD 15TH FAIRWAY FROM THE SECOND DEER STAND

GOLF CART TRAIL DIRECTLY BELOW THE SECOND DEER STAND

Thursday, September 24, 2015

J:
O.K. , here's my latest pitch for promoting D.I. Heritage.
The SAND ISLAND LIGHTHOUSE is THE ICONIC SYMBOL OF D.I. HERITAGE.
Right across the channel is REVENUE POINT.
http://alabamalighthouse.blogspot.com/2007/09/revenue-point-at-sand-island-lighthouse.html
(VERY, VERY IMPORTANT: DON'T TELL ANYBODY WHAT WE'RE DOING!!!!!)

With Gulf Shores/Orange Beach we start THE SMUGGLER'S TRAIL.(theme song: Buffett's A PIRATE LOOKS AT 40 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5vcW5S3tTnw )
It'll go from D.I. to Mobile Point, to Navy Cove, to Bon Secour, up the Bon Secour River, the portage to Portage Creek, LuLu's on the Intracoastal (dredged portion of Portage Creek) , to Bear Point, to Innerarity Point and then into Pensacola via Big Lagoon and Ft. Barrancas.
We promote SMUGGLERS; not Pirates. (PENSACOLA NEEDED MOBILE. Mobile did not need Pensacola)

In preparation we get ALL EXISTING D.I. CELEBRATIONS to incorporate our 300 years of heritage into their annual themes.

Now you're paying out good money to P.R. firms. Get them to contact ALL DESCENDANTS OF THE D.I. STREET TITLE NAMESAKES. (we do this prior to the 2018 N.O. Tricentennial and 2019 Alabama Bicentennial)
THE ULTIMATE DESCENDANT IS QUEEN ELIZABETH (ALL OF HER GREAT GRANDCHILDREN ARE DESCENDED FROM THE SPENCERS [see Spencer for Battle of N.O. ~
THEME SONG: WILL THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wn8aruzfRAA&list=PLPY3pdOBSbpj_4Zel2qeWt-OPpUJdL6yI&index=37]

(One mo' agin': DON'T TELL ANYBODY WHAT WE'RE DOING)

N.O. was founded in 1718 because of D.I.'s 1717 hurricane which CLOSED THE HARBOR AND THE CHANNEL TO MOBILE!!!!)

Bust out SMUGGLER'S TRAIL in 2018.

All my other suggestions about ARMCHAIR ADMIRAL OF D.I. based on street name quiz still stands. It will teach all the citizens a CIVIC LESSON & ESTABLISH A D.I. HERITAGE VOCABULARY (as in: THE FIRST PORT OF OLD LOUISIANA).
Best,
r
P.S. DAUPHIN ISLAND: AMERICA'S MOST HISTORIC GULF ISLAND


Thursday, September 03, 2015

THE SQUATTERS OF BEECH CREEK

The squatter's shack is located on the north side of old Beech Creek Hole #11 almost due east of the Beech Creek Clubhouse . The silt fence in the curve of the unfinished road behind the clubhouse is just beyond those trees.
Using telephoto lens, a view of the Beech Creek Clubhouse from the front of the shack.
The front of the shack from the old fairway of Beech Tree Hole #11.
Back of the shack
Front of the shack (notice the appliance dolly)
Side of the shack (notice porch swing)

Back of shack

Tent Camp A Little Over 100 yards NW of Shack

Tent Camp (notice shipping container in the foreground being used as a garbage can)

Tent Camp Garbage

Tent Camp (notice stack of used tires)