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FROM HELL TO BREAKFAST
Big Sam he tell Hotwind all over what he done already
said while Hotwind ain't listening. Sure nuff Hotwind don't
believe him. Big Sam he ain't figured on dis a happening. He
been so regrossed in remembering how dat fishfry smell
smell, he think driving de Golden Chariot am a soft job.
Hotwind Brown always was a better talker dan a listener,
and it look like ain't much chance he going to mend he ways
at de last minute. He fly plum off de handle, and he cuss
Big Sam like a preacher ain't even supposed to think about.
"What I done?" say Hotwind. "What have I done? I is
a consecrated man, and I has been living right, and what do
I get? Dis nigger ..." he wave he hands at Big Sam ...
"dis coon! Dis am what de Lord have done sent after me!
Nossuh, nossuh. I might get in dat Golden Chariot with
just you, Big Sam, but I'll sizzle in de firey furnace de
quick way before I get dat dose to dat blast-blasted mule of
yours. Nossuh, nossuh." Powerful anguish come on de face
of Hotwind Brown, and he gnash he tooths, and he wrang
he hands, and he say, "I is now a son of de Devil. Lord
forgive me, but I won't ride with dat mule." He bow he
head, and he give heself up to de Devil.
"Now ain't dat a shame," grin de Devil, and flick he fork-
ed tail. "Ain't dat a shame. And me almost reconsecrated back
to de side of de Lord by all dis Hotwind Brown's powerful
preachin dis last hour. My, my," he shooken he head and
clank he horns, "come on, Hotwind, let's get on to hell."
Big Sam don't know nothing to do, so he set down in de
Golden Chariot, only he don't set dere very long. Right soon
he hear a big flappity-flapping. He look up and see two of de
Lord's biggest angels is circling to land. Big Sam he decide
right quick dat dem angels ain't come on no friendly visit
to pass de time. It's a fact dey didn't pass no time at all. Dey
heft Big Sam out of de Golden Chariot and dey unhitch de
mule right quick and dey whoosk up de Golden Chariot and
off dey go.
Big Sam he left setting dere on de bottom-most step with
he crazy mule, and he watch de angels and de Golden
Chariot till he don't even see a little speck no more. Big
tears dey roll off his black cheeks. De Golden Chariot been
whoosked back to de Golden City by de wrath of de Lord.
Here’s what’s next.
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Dobie, J. Frank (James Frank), 1888-1964. From Hell to Breakfast, book, 1944; Dallas, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metadc67649/m1/42/: accessed March 22, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting UNT Press.