strange to you, but Iâm glad my papa whipped me that day, âcause it made me come to a realization about myself. I mightâve been a white manâs son, but that didnât make me white, so I took his advice. I got to be fourteen and I ran off from home, from his place, but I took his advice. I started using my head, âstead of my fists. I got this land with my head, not my fists. My papa gave me some good advice. I think yâall best be taking it too.â
Papa, he didnât say nothing more. Hammer and me, we didnât say nothing either, but I was thinking hard on what Papa had said. I was hoping Hammer was too. If he was, he wasnât giving any indication of it when he spoke up again. âPapa,â he said, âyou mind if we turn this wagon around and go over to the church?â
âThe church? What for?â asked Papa.
We told him what Charlie and Ed-Rose had told Joe.
âWe donât figure there to be a meeting,â said Hammer.
âWe figure theyâre just funninâ with Joe,â I said.
âAll right,â Papa said, and he turned the wagon back towards the church road. Long before we reached the church, we saw the lantern lights. Joe had lit them all, and we could see them shining as we made our way through the forest. As we drew nearer to the church, we could hear Joe singing, his voice ringing loud and clear. Then we saw Charlie and Ed-Rose and Dewberry Wallace. All three were peeking into a church window and sniggering. They turned when they heard the wagon.
âWhat yâall doinâ here?â asked Charlie as we got close. Surprise was all âcross his face.
âDidnât expect us to show up, didja now?â asked Hammer.
Papa gave Hammer a shut-your-mouth look and stepped down from the wagon. Hammer and I got down too. âWe come up to the church for a meeting,â said Papa.
âThere ainât no meeting,â sneered Charlie. âJusâ that addlebrained fool in there holding a sermon.â
âThen I sâpose the other folks mustâve forgot,â saidPapa. âBest we get on in, boys,â he said to us. âWe already late.â
Charlie, Ed-Rose, and Dewberry stared at us in pale silence. Papa had taken the fun out of the joke on Joe. As Papa opened the door to the church, they turned and walked away.
âYâall late!â exclaimed Joe as soon as we entered. He was standing at the altar, the big Bible on top of it, opened, even though he couldnât read.
Papa took off his hat. âI âspect we are,â he said.
âI been waitinâ and waitinâ for folks to come, but they ainât come so I done said the prayer and give the sermon my ownself! Jusâ now done sung the hymn.â He frowned. âDonât âspect, though, I can dismiss âtil after all the folks and the reverend come.â
Papa, hat in hand, walked up the aisle towards Joe. Hammer and I followed. âDonât think you have to worry âbout that Joe,â Papa said. âSeems the reverend called off the meeting.â
Joe looked surprised. âYou sure, Mr. Paul-Edward?â
Papa nodded. âIâm sure.â
Joe continued to frown, then his face brightened. âThen I âspect we can dismiss!â
âI âspect so,â Papa said. He stepped into a pew. Hammer and I stepped beside him. âYou got a closing song?â
âYes, suh!â said Joe. ââNearer My God to Theeâ!â He hesitated. âThat be all right?â
Papa nodded. âThatâll be just fine. Itâs a fine song.â
Joe smiled with satisfaction and began to sing. Papa, Hammer, and I joined in. We sang the song in full, then Joe said the benediction, dismissed his small congregation, and we all headed for home. Joeâs home was a short ways from the church, heading north. We headed south. Joe walked; we got back on the wagon. On our
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