eople'll laugh over and
then forgit; and there's some things they never git over laughin'
about. The Kittle Creek babtizin' was one o' that kind. Old Man Bob
Crawford used to say he wouldn't 'a' took five hundred dollars for
that babtizin'. Old Man Bob was the biggest laugher in the country;
you could hear him for pretty near half a mile when he got in a
laughin' way; and he used to say that whenever he felt like havin' a
good laugh, all he had to do was to think of Amos and how he looked
with Brother Gyardner leadin' him into the water, and the Babtists
a-singin' over him. Bush Elrod was another one that never got over it.
Every time he'd see Amos he'd begin to sing, 'On Jordan's stormy banks
I stand,' and Amos couldn't git out o' the way quick enough.

"Well, that's what made me and old Uncle Sam Simpson laugh so last
Sunday. I don't reckon there's anything funny in it to folks that
never seen it; but when old people git together and call up old times,
they can see jest how folks looked and acted, and it's like livin' it
all over again."

"I don't believe you can see it any plainer than I do, Aunt Jane," I
hastened to assure her. "It is all as clear to me as any picture I
ever saw. It was in March, you say, and the wind was cool, but the sun
was warm; and if you sat in a sheltered place you might almost think
it was the last of April."

"That's so, child. I remember me and Abram set under the bank on a
rock that kind o' cut off the north wind, and it was real pleasant."

"Then there must have been a purple haze on the hills; and, while the
trees were still bare, there was a look about them as if the coming
leaves were casting their shadows before. There were heaps of brown
leaves from last year's autumn in the fence corners, and as you and
Uncle Abram walked home, you looked under them to see if the violets
were coming up, and found some tiny wood ferns."

Aunt Jane dropped her knitting and leaned back in the high
old-fashioned chair.

"Why, child," she said in an awe-struck tone, "are you a
fortune-teller?"

"Not at all, Aunt Jane," I said, laughing at the dear old lady's
consternation. "I am only a good guesser; and I wanted you to know
that I not only see the things that you see and tell me, but some of
the things that you see and don't tell me. Did Marthy ever get young
Amos baptized?" I asked.

"La, yes," laughed Aunt Jane. "They finished up the babtizin' two
weeks after that. It was a nice, pleasant d