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Country people never did anything worse to their stock than they sometimes were forced
to do to themselves.We had a man who farmed with us,a man from up north somewhere who had drifed
down into Georgia with no money and a mouth full of bad teech.Felix was his name and he was good with
a piow and an ax, a hard worker.Most of the time you hardly knew he was on the place ,he was so quiet and well-mannered.
Except when his teech began to bother him.And they bothered him more than a little.He lived in a shedlike little room off
the side of the house.The rooom didn't have much in it: a ladder-back chair,a kerosene lamp,a piece of broken glass hanging
on the wall over a pan of water where he shaved as often as once a week,a slatboard bed,and in one coener a chamber pot--which
we called a slop jar--for use in the middle of the night when nature called.I slept in a room on the other side of the wall from
him.I don't remember how old I was the night of his terrible toothache,but I do remember I was still young enough to wear a red
cotton gown with five little pearl buttons down the front my grandmothe had made for me.