The shotgun blast that missed Agnes's ankle by three inches

And the old man for Jeddah, he'd come out. And he says, nothing doing. Jerry ain't moving out of the house, nor is the girl. And he says, you might as well pack up and go because you can get nothing.

And so all that Mr. Agostephyr done is look towards the truck. He was parted about five. six steps away from the door. And we started, same thing, pound and pound and pound something fierce. And we kept that up till we were pretty well tired out.

And then Mr. Pichita come out. And he said, I tell you what, he says, if you stop this racket, he says, I'll give you some beer, what I made, and then you can go. Mr. Engerstaffer says, that beer, you call that beer, you call that beer.

He said, he says, that's so doggone bitter we couldn't possibly drink it. So just keep it for yourself, but give us the three and a half. And we want Jerry to give us the money. No, he ain't given you nothing.

He has no money. Oh, I managed the purse drinks. He says, he hasn't got enough money to give you that. So he said, just forget it. So Mr. Agastaffer looked at us again, and we started again. And we pounded and we made noise and we screamed.

We done everything. Then he comes out with the shotgun. And the six of us ladies and, oh, about half a dozen kids, we were standing on the back end of all these 10 -gallon cans we had for milk.

So there was just a small area of space for us to stand, but we stood on top. And I happened to be on the way back end of the truck, like, you know, on the planet. platform, and I stopped with the rest of them, you know, and we were looking towards the guy.

And here he comes bristling, he's going to shoot us all at all. Of course, we thought it was a joke, see? So, Mr. Egerstaffer said, Frank, put that gun, gun away, he says. Well, Frank says, I'll shoot you as big as you are.

He says, I can hit you. And Egestaffer says, no, you ain't going to shoot nobody because he says, the rest of these will tear you to pieces. He says, don't you dare. And he lift up the gun a little bit, and before you know it, bang.

And it's shot with three inches of my foot, my ankle. It went right, just whizzed right by my leg. That went into nothing. He didn't aim or not, but he just must put it off, see? Well, he got so blamed, scared.

Of course, the rest of us all went around, they thought I was shot for sure. So the kids lift me up. But it was not too wrong with Agnes. The shot must have went along. And so then they looked, there was a big hole in the back and within three inches of the end of the truck on one of them planks that held the cans in Amatruxie.

So old, he got so blooming mad. He grabs a hole of Mr. Plata. and sneaks him down to the rest of him. He says, now we got you. He says, we'll wrap the dog gun, gun hurt around your head.

He says, nothing is enough. And I says, oh, let him go and stuff. And just then, my husband was standing around, you know, and he happened to glance towards the house, and there was two women, Mississa, Pajera, and I must have been the other mother of the bride, see.

And they were beckoning to my husband to come towards them. So he did. And they slipped him the three and a half dollars. And they says, go and get your beer and the wedding. And don't worry about us.

Of course, the Agastaffer didn't know that. He said, shall we shake him a little to get the money out, you know? And Jai says, oh, leave him go, he said. He's scared enough. Let let him go home. And let's go home.

Let's go home. He was winking at everybody with one eye, and so they caught on, and we all got in the truck the way we went. John produced a three -and -a -half, and they went straight to Birchwood and got the quarter keg of beer and brought it to our place to put it in a springhole where the water was so ice -cold that the beer was just right to use later on the next day.

Then they got the musicians and everything, and we had a gala time. But the bride and the groom didn't come. Well, it's just as well, because if they would have come, maybe the father would have come and raise heck, you know.

And so we enjoyed ourselves anyhow, but that was my little misfortune that I was shot at, you know, without any intention. But they said, Agnes is what a patty shot at. That meant, you know, that they didn't get me.