Dilcey stirred and laid the sleeping baby across her knees.
"Yes'm, she did. She did call somebody."
"You hesh yo' mouf, you Injun-n****r!" Mammy turned with threatening violence on Dilcey.
"Hush, Mammy! Who did she call, Dilcey? Pa?"
"No'm. Not yo' pa. It wuz the night the cotton buhnt—"
"Has the cotton gone—tell me quickly!"
"Yes'm, it buhnt up. The sojers rolls it out of the shed into the back yard and hollers, 'Here the bigges' bonfiah in Georgia,' and tech it off."
Three years of stored cotton—one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, all in one blaze!
"And the fiah light up the place lak it wuz day—we wuz scared the house would buhn, too, and it wuz so bright in this hyah room that you could mos' pick a needle offen the flo'. And w'en the light shine in the winder, it look lak
