. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. of lead thatwhen he come to the river and triedto swim it he sunk like a couplin-pin,and was drowned. But I dontcount that one of my murders. Inever did count him. But it wasntreally necessary to count him, I hadso many others. Forty-seven, thatsthe number in my private buryingrounds—forty-seven. And you talkabout meanin to kill one! Sime, Imashamed of you! Sime raised himself up in here, Rufe, he said angrily,I let you hang around here to hear make your little forty-seven look so sick *I said forty-seven, did I? askedRufe. Well, maybe I did
. Busyman's Magazine, July-December 1907. of lead thatwhen he come to the river and triedto swim it he sunk like a couplin-pin,and was drowned. But I dontcount that one of my murders. Inever did count him. But it wasntreally necessary to count him, I hadso many others. Forty-seven, thatsthe number in my private buryingrounds—forty-seven. And you talkabout meanin to kill one! Sime, Imashamed of you! Sime raised himself up in here, Rufe, he said angrily,I let you hang around here to hear make your little forty-seven look so sick *I said forty-seven, did I? askedRufe. Well, maybe I did. I dontrecollect what I said. I spoke offhand,not wantin to make the one poor littleassault you mentioned look too pitiful,lest it might rile you, but since youwant the truth, Sime, Ill own up thatmurder has been my leadin occupa-tion and amusement ever since I wasold enough to walk. Forty-seven, didI say? That figger sort of come outnatural because it was the numberof men I killed one afternoon thatwas in my mind. That was my top re-. You aint got no right to boss mv dyin, Rufe. me confess my sins, and not to bragabout what youve done ! I aint gointo stand it! I dont saybut youvea good enough right to do all themthings you say, and I dont say butwhat youve done them, but it aintyou thats a-dyin—its me, andits my time to talk and not yours. Youshut up and dont be makin littleof me. I guess I can tell some thingsthat would make all the things yousay look like nothin. You dontthink Id go and confess all Ive done,do you? Not to you. I would to apreacher, but not to you. Id tell apreacher all about the eighty or ninetymen Ive killed in cold blood, and Id cord for one afternoon, Sime. Imight have made it bigger, but Ididnt start in killin until twooclock The sick man reached over andseized Rufe by the hair. It seemed as ifthe two would soon be in the midst ofa bloody battle, but Sime merely gavethe hair one twist and then releasedit, and Rufe got up and rubbed hishead slowly. W
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