Oh, he talked and talked with that thing and told his story all over again, to me, to Sheila and ever’body.
He was holdin, and pushin that horn in front of him like it was his life he was rasslin with, and jess as solemn about it, and unhappy. And ever’ now and then he made it laugh too, and ever’body laughed along with it. Oh, he talked and talked with that thing and told his story all over again, to me, to Sheila and ever’body. He jess had it in his heart what ever’body wanted in their hearts and they listened to him for some of it. That crowd rocked under him, it was like the waves and he looked like a man makin a storm in that ocean with his horn. One time he let out a big horselaugh with his horn, and hung on to it when ever’body yelled to hear more, and made all kinds of designs with it till it didn’t sound like a horselaugh no more but a mule’s heehaw. Well, they axed him to hold that but he moved on to a high, long drawed-out whistle that sounded like a dog whistle and pierced into my ears, but after awhile it didn’t pierce no more but jess was there like ever’thing was made dizzy like Slim felt from holdin that long note. It made you sympathize before he jumped on down back to reg’lar notes and made ever’body jump and laugh again.
