I haint no good at weepin', never was, wish I cud somehow, it might ease off a feller a little, but tell you what, Ranald, I haint felt so queer since I was a boy lookin at my mother in her coffin.

There was nothin mean about Mack.

He was good to the heart.

He wud do his work slick and never a growl or a groan, and when you wanted a feller to your back, Mack was there.

I know there aint no use goin on like this.