“Ain’t nobody know where I’m goin in this thing but my brother watch over me from now on.”
And we sit on the white posts with the shiny buttons in em and wait ’bout half an hour for the bus, or two half hours, I don’t recollect.
Here it come. It come big and brawly in the road, and said “WASHINGTON” on it, and the man at the wheel jam down the speed to stop for us, and it go zoom-boom right by us like it NEVER stop, and spit sand and wind and a old hot smell in my face, but stop yonder jess for us, and we run for it. Well, when I seed that big machine I said to myself “Ain’t nobody know where I’m goin in this thing but my brother watch over me from now on.”
I never see Aunt Gastonia no more now.
