I never stopped to tell but two, three folks on the way to Brother Cartwright's, but they must of spread it quick.

'Cause when I got back home with him it seemed like the hull town was there.

It was along about dusk by this time, and it was a prayer-meeting night at the church.
Mr.Cartwright told his wife to tell the folks what come to the prayer-meeting he'd be back before long, and to wait fur him.

Which she really told them where he had went, and what fur.

Mr.Cartwright marches right into the kitchen.