Here's all I ask: When I die touch my eyelids soft an' draw 'em shut--I've seen the look in a dead man's eyes.

Close 'em, and I know I'll go to sleep an' have good dreams.

And down in the middle of Morgantown is the buryin'-ground.

I've ridden past it a thousand times an' watched a corner plot, where the grass grows quicker than it does anywheres else in the cemetery.

Pierre, I'd die plumb easy if I knew I was goin' to sleep the rest of time in that place." "It shall be done." "But that corner plot, it would cost a pile, son.