I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, br and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good br that one, that night of all, br I feelin fari myself, taxes & things br seem to be back in line, like everybody should br and nobody in the snow on call br br so, as I say, the house is given hell br to Yellow Dog, I blowin like it too br and Bessie always do br when she make a very big sound—after, well, br no sound—I see she totterin—I cross which stage br even at Henry's age br br in 2-3 seconds: then we wait and see. br I hear strange horns, Pinetop he hit some chords, br Charlie start Empty Bed, br they all come hangin Christmas on some tree br after trees thrown out—sick-house's white birds', br black to the birds instead.