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shroud on. I tucked the moneybag in under the lid, just down beyond where his hands was crossed, which made me creep, they was so cold, and then I run back across the room and in behind the door.

The person coming was Mary Jane. She went to the coffin, very soft, and kneeled down and looked in; then she put up her handkerchief, and I see she begun to cry, though I couldnā€™t hear her, and her back was to me. I slid out, and as I passed the dining-room I thought Iā€™d make sure them watchers hadnā€™t seen me; so I looked through the crack, and everything was all right. They hadnā€™t stirred.

I slipped up to bed, feeling ruther blue, on accounts of the thing playing out that way after I had took so much trouble and run so much resk about it. Says I, if it could stay where it is, all right; because when we get down the river a hundred mile or two I could write back to Mary Jane, and she could dig him up again and get it; but that ainā€™t the thing thatā€™s going to happen; the thing thatā€™s going to happen is, the moneyā€™ll be found when they come to screw on the lid. Then the kingā€™ll get it again, and itā€™ll be a long day before he gives anybody another chance to smouch it from him. Of course I wanted to slide down and get it out of there, but I dasnā€™t try it. Every minute it was getting earlier now, and pretty soon some of them watchers would begin to stir, and I might get catchedā ā€”catched with six thousand dollars in my hands that nobody hadnā€™t hired me to take care of. I donā€™t wish to be mixed up in no such business as that, I says to myself.

When I got downstairs in the morning the parlor was shut up, and the watchers was gone. There warnā€™t nobody around but the family and the widow Bartley and our tribe. I watched their faces to see if anything had been happening, but I couldnā€™t tell.

Towards the middle of the day the undertaker come with his man, and they set the coffin in the middle of the room on a couple of chairs, and then set all our chairs in rows, and borrowed more from the neighbors till the hall and the parlor and the dining-room was full. I see the coffin lid was the way it was before, but I dasnā€™t go to look in under it, with folks around.

Then the people begun to flock in, and the beats and the girls took seats in the front row at the head of the coffin, and for a half an hour the people filed around slow, in single rank, and looked down at the dead manā€™s face a minute, and some dropped in a tear, and it was all very still and solemn, only the girls and the beats holding handkerchiefs to their eyes and keeping their heads bent, and sobbing a little. There warnā€™t no other sound but the scraping of the feet on the floor and blowing nosesā ā€”because people always blows them more at a funeral than they do at other places except church.

When the place was packed full the undertaker he slid around in his black gloves with his softy soothering ways, putting on the last touches, and getting people and things all shipshape and comfortable, and making no more sound than a cat. He never spoke; he moved people around, he squeezed in late ones, he opened up passageways, and done it with nods, and signs with his hands. Then he took his place over against the wall. He was the softest, glidingest, stealthiest man I ever see; and there warnā€™t no more smile to him than there is to a ham.

They had borrowed a melodeumā ā€”a sick one; and when everything was ready a young woman set down and worked it, and it was pretty skreeky and colicky, and everybody joined in and sung, and Peter was the only one that had a good thing, according to my notion. Then the Reverend Hobson opened up, slow and solemn, and begun to talk; and straight off the most outrageous row busted out in the cellar a body ever heard; it was only one dog, but he made a most powerful racket, and he kept it up right along; the parson he had to stand there, over the coffin, and waitā ā€”you couldnā€™t hear yourself think. It was right down awkward, and nobody didnā€™t seem to know what to do. But pretty soon they see that long-legged undertaker make a sign to the preacher as much as to say, ā€œDonā€™t you worryā ā€”just depend on me.ā€ Then he stooped down and begun to glide along the wall, just his shoulders showing over the peopleā€™s heads. So he glided along, and the powwow and racket getting more and more outrageous all the time; and at last, when he had gone around two sides of the room, he disappears down cellar. Then in about two seconds we heard a whack, and the dog he finished up with a most amazing howl or two, and then everything was dead still, and the parson begun his solemn talk where he left off. In a minute or two here comes this undertakerā€™s back and shoulders gliding along the wall again; and so he glided and glided around three sides of the room, and then rose up, and shaded his mouth with his hands, and stretched his neck out towards the preacher, over the peopleā€™s heads, and says, in a kind of a coarse whisper, ā€œHe had a rat!ā€ Then he drooped down and glided along the wall again to his place. You could see it was a great satisfaction to the people, because naturally they wanted to know. A little thing like that donā€™t cost nothing, and itā€™s just the little things that makes a man to

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