He came out on a cleared place, then. He saw the red Sun spill over the trees. He threw his pack Down on the ground and started to laugh and laugh, “Spade, boy, Spade, you’s lucky to git dis far. You never managed to git dis far before, De Lawd’s sho’ly with you, Spade.” He ate and drank. He drew a circle for Zachary’s face in the ground And spat in the circle. Then he thought of his woman. “She’s sho’ly a grievin’ woman dis mawnin’, Spade.” The thought made him sad at first, but he soon cheered up. “She’ll do all right as soon as she’s thu with grievin’. Grievin’ yaller gals always does all right. Next time I’se gwine to git me a coal-black gal. I’se tired of persimmon-skins. I’se gwine to break loose. De signs is right dis time. I’se gwine to be free, Free in de Norf.” He saw himself in the North. He had a stovepipe hat and a coal-black gal. He had a white-folks’ house and a regular mule.