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but in all other
essentials a small-town man with a small-town mind; in short, saw
Uncle Tobe as he really was. The reporter did something else which
marked him as a craftsman. Without stating the fact in words, he
nevertheless contrived to create in the lines which he wrote an
atmosphere of self-defence enveloping the old man--or perhaps the
better phrase would be self-extenuation. The reader was made to
perceive that Dramm, being cognizant and mildly resentful of the
attitude in which his own little world held him, by reason of the fatal
work of his hands, sought after a semiapologetic fashion to offer a plea
in abatement of public judgment, to set up a weight of moral evidence
in his own behalf, and behind this in turn, and showing through it,

might be sensed the shy pride of a shy man for labour undertaken with
good motives and creditably performed. With no more than a
pardonable broadening and exaggeration of the other's mode of speech,
the reporter succeeded likewise in reproducing not only the language,
but the wistful intent of what Uncle Tobe said to him. From this
interview I propose now to quote to the extent of a few paragraphs.
This is Uncle Tobe addressing the visiting correspondent:
"It stands to reason--don't it?--that these here sinful men have got to be
hung, an' that somebody has got to hang 'em. The Good Book says an
eye fur an eye an' a tooth fur a tooth an' a life fur a life. That's perzactly
whut it says, an' I'm one whut believes the Bible frum kiver to kiver.
These here boys that they bring in here have broke the law of Gawd an'
the law of the land, an' they jest natchelly got to pay fur their devilment.
That's so, ain't it? Well, then, that bein' so, I step forward an' do the job.
Ef they was free men, walkin' around like you an' me, I wouldn't lay the
weight of my little finger on 'em to harm a single hair in their haids. Ef
they hadn't done nothin' ag'in' the law, I'd be the last one to do 'em a
hurt. I wisht you could make that p'int plain in the piece you aim to
write, so's folks would understand jest how I feel--so's they'd
understand that I don't bear no gredge ag'inst any livin' creature.
"Ef the job was left to some greenhawn he'd mebbe botch it up an'
make them boys suffer more'n there's any call fur. Sech things have
happened, a plenty times before now ez you yourself doubtless know
full well. But I don't botch it up. I ain't braggin' none whilst I'm sayin'
this to you; I'm jest tellin' you. I kin take an oath that I ain't never
botched up one of these jobs yit, not frum the very fust. The warden or
Dr. Slattery, the prison physician, or anybody round this town that
knows the full circumstances kin tell you the same, ef you ast 'em. You
see, son, I ain't never nervoused up like some men would be in my
place. I'm always jest ez ca'm like ez whut you are this minute. The
way I look at it, I'm jest a chosen instrument of the law. I regard it ez a
trust that I'm called on to perform, on account of me havin' a natchel
knack in that 'special direction. Some men have gifts fur one thing an'
some men have gifts fur another thing. It would seem this is the
perticular thing--hangin' men--that I've got a gift fur. So, sech bein' the

case, I don't worry none about it beforehand, nor I don't worry none
after it's all over with, neither. With me handlin' the details the whole
thing is over an' done with accordin' to the law an' the statutes an' the
jedgment of the high court in less time than some people would take
fussin' round, gittin' ready. The way I look at it, it's a mercy an' a
blessin' to all concerned to have somebody in charge that knows how to
hang a man.
"Why, it's come to sech a pass that when there's a hangin' comin' off
anywhere in this part of the country they send fur me to be present ez a
kind of an expert. I've been to hangin's all over this State, an' down into
Louisiana, an' wunst over into Texas in order to give the sheriffs the
benefit of my experience an' my advice. I make it a rule not never to
take no money fur doin' sech ez that--only my travelin' expenses an' my
tavern bills; that's all I ever charge 'em. But here in Chickaloosa the
conditions is different, an' the gover'mint pays me seventy-five dollars
a hangin'. I figger