There wuz my mother's half-sister, Keziah,--she that married Elder Swift for her second husband.
She died o' cancer; an' her oldest boy by her first husband he hed it in his face awful.

But he held on ter life 's ef he couldn't say die, nohow; and I tell yer, Mercy, it wuz a sight nobody'd ever forget, to see him goin' round the street with one side o' his face all bound up, and his well eye a rolling round, a-doin' the work o' two.

He got so he couldn't see at all out o' either eye afore he died, 'n' you could hear his screeches way to our house.

There wouldn't no laudalum stop the pain a mite." "Oh, mother! don't! don't!" exclaimed Mercy.

"It is too dreadful to talk about.