“They’s plenty men thet are mean and hateful, son, or they cheat folks, or beat their wives and their colored, but when they die, them preachers cain’t say enough nice thangs. Well, Camp he warn’t evil or hateful, either one. He jest couldn’t do nothin’. So doggit, Will Tweedy, ain’t you or nobody else go’n say he’s gone to Hell. He jest couldn’t stand it no more. Would a lovin’ God kick a boy unhappy enough to do what pore Camp did?”
