We got our team out on Monday morning. Morris said to me while we were harnessing up our team, "You are not to start laughing when we start to load up our bolts." By now I could feel just a little tickling in my insides. We got our wagon and started for our timber. We got into the timber woods and rolled out a bolt of timber. We got it partway on the wagon when we both started to laugh at the same time. We had to drop the bolt to the ground. We tried it half of a day. We never got one bolt on our wagon. We would get down and talk it over and tell one another just how bad we needed to get our bolts out by payday, for neither of us had a dime. At noon we decided for one of us to stay out of the woods and hire someone to help the other. That was the only we we got our bolts out.'

     We could plow, chop cotton, haul hay, or do any other kind of farm work, but when it came to lifting anything together, well, it would not work! We boys had a lot of fun together, though.

RAN OUT ON ROMANCE

     In 1905, there was a very pretty girl who came to our neighborhood from the Ozark Mountains. She was beautiful compared to the girls around our settlement. Naturally, all the boys went wild over her. On one Saturday night there was a dance, and I beat the other boys with a date with her. For my fast action they wanted to do something to get even with me.

     They made a dummy and dressed him up in a black suit, white shirt and back tie. On the way to the dance we had to pass under some trees whose branches bent over like a rainbow and almost touched the ground. They had fixed up a rope and pulley, so that when we passed by, they pulled on this rope and raised the dummy up. Well it looked like the dummy was a real man coming up out of the ground. I was so excited I turned that girl loose and ran. She was screaming, "Wait, wait, wait!" I said, "Hell, come on, Didn't

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