One time we carried these two old gals, Gaynell and Florence. They'd
never been snipe hunting, and they thought, you know, it was real. We
carried them way, ways over yonder. Well, way back down in yonder. Well,
we went way back down in the woods, everywhere, you know, and left them
holding the sack. I reckon we stayed down there in the woods—oh, there was about fifteen or twenty of us—about two
hours, and left them standing there up there holding the sack. And
finally I said, "We'd better go back up there cause they don't know
nothing about snipe hunting and ain't no telling what they…" Well, find
a way and went back up there and poor old Gaynell she kind of grinned
anyway. She said, "Well, I been a-holding this sack," said, "I don't
know whether this sack will hold all the snipes y'all caught." She
really thought we was going to bring back some kind of bird or
something, I don't know what.
Lord, we used to have a time. We went down to the river one time, a whole
bunch of us. And every time it'd end up me and Trennie Johnson having to
cook the stew. So this time Trennie wasn't along, was me and Iola White.
I said, "Well, I'll fix them." One time we had one over here at the
spring, we put two pound of pepper in it. And it was so hot—it was dark,
too—they'd bite down on that stew and it'd just burn them up. So, we had
the chicken cleaned but still had the feet on it. So we just took the
guts out of the thing and cut him up, feet and all, and put him in
there, with the feet in there with the toenails on it. And when we got
done we took the feet out and hid them. They was going on down there,
that was the best stew they ever eat in their life. And Garland Andrews
and Virgil Snider said, "Well, I don't see you and Iola eating none." I
said, "I don't like chicken stew." Said, "That ain't so, cause you
always eat chicken stew." I said, "No, I don't want no chicken stew
today." And Iola got to snickering. [UNCLEAR] was down
there that day, about the whole mill, you know.