"So he try ter take er long step ov'r ter dem, but he sink so fur dis time dat he pull, an' pull, an' pull, an' pull, but he can' git his foots up. "His ma's hant ris' up den, an' bus' out cryin': "'Yer done los' yer sole, An' yer ain' got de gol'.' "'Yer done los' yer sole, An' yer ain' got de gol'.' "Bill he keep tryin' ter pull hisse'f up, but he done sink down ter his gallus straps." "Please, Mam, pull him out, p-l-e-a-s-e," pleaded the little girl. "Doan yer worry yose'f, his ma's wid dat boy." "Yes, but she's only a spirit." "Doan keer ef she is er hant, she's his ma,--an' de Lawd nuv'r do let dat part die out in no 'ooman. Well, dar wus Bill jes er sinkin' an' er sinkin'--" "But he wusn't any deeper than his waist, you said, Mammy," begged Mary Van. "He bleeg ter be er lit'le deep'r by dis time, but his ma wus cryin' an' beggin' de Lawd so hard ter spar' de boy an' give him er-nuth'r chanct, dat er big thorney bush grow up quick 'long side er Bill an' retch out hits arms,--an' de thorney part stick right thu Bill's close, so Jacky-Lantern, an' Willie Wisp an' de res' er de bad hants can't pull 'im no fur'r. Bill 'gun ter see dat he wus hangin' ov'r torment, an' dat wus de place de gole he bin runnin' atter stay, so he rech out an' grab de thorney bush, he did, an' de blood come tricklin' down on his han's whar de briers stick him, but his ma's speeret come out on de thorney bush in er big, big, big ole glow wurm, an' she say: "'Hole fas', Hit can' las'.' "'Hole fas', Hit can' las'.' "He notice den dat all de uth'r lights poppin' up an' poppin' out, an' hoppin' erbout, but de glow wurm's light wus studdy." "Did Bill know it was his mama?" Bill's safety was uppermost in Mary Van's mind now. "He doan 'zackly know hit, but he think he do, caze he know nobody ain' gwine stick ter him atter dey's in heb'n cep'n his ma. Darfo' he keep his eye on de glow wurm, he do. He know dat studdy light wus his ma's speeret." "Don't let his hands bleed any more, Mammy," she begged. "Doan yer git too skeer'd er de blood uv 'pentence, chile. Bill done sin, an' he got ter be born'd ergin, thu suf'in an' mis'ry. Howsumev'r he foll'rin' de studdy light er dat glow wurm, so 'tain' long 'fo' she show him er tree on t'oth'r side dat wus smooth an' strong, an' Bill tu'n loose er de bush an' grab holt er de tree--Bob Wind he come an' hope de tree ter lif' Bill up,--an' Bob give one er ole man Harricane's blows dat take Bill clean out'n de mirey clay, an' lan' him on de rock." "Was he clear out of the swamp?" "And where was his mama?" both children pressed their questions.