“’Course I’m right. Watch de sun an’ see how he run; gwine to hear a mighty rumblin’ ’mongst de dry bones ’cause jestice gwine plum’ de line, an’ set de chillun free,” and as she retired to the kitchen her voice came back to them in song: “Ole Satan’s mad, an’ I am glad, Send de angels down. He missed the soul he thought he had, O, send dem angels down. Dis is de year of Jubilee, Send dem angels down. De Lord has come to set us free, O, send dem angels down.” (_The End._) Transcribers Note: Typographical errors have been silently corrected.