Walking slowly to Papa, she buried her face in his chest. I heard her say, “Thank God, my prayers have been answered.”
There was a celebration in our home that night. To me it was like a second Christmas.
Mama opened a jar of huckleberries and made a large cobbler. Papa went to the smokehouse and came back with a hickory-cured ham.
We sat down to a feast of the ham, huge plates of fried potatoes, ham gravy, hot corn bread, fresh butter, and wild bee honey.
During the course of the meal, the entire story of the championship hunt was told, some by Papa but mostly by me.
Just when everything was so perfect and peaceful, an argument sprang up between the two oldest girls.
It seemed that each wanted to claim the silver cup.
Just when they were on the verge of sawing it in two, so each would have her allotted share,
Papa settled the squabble by giving the oldest one a silver dollar.
Once again peace and harmony were restored. That night as I was preparing for bed, a light flashed by my window.
Puzzled, I tiptoed over and peeked through the pane. It was Mama.
Carrying my lantern and two large plates heaped high with food, she was heading for the doghouse.
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