" But at the next flare a big tree on the hill seemed to turn into fire before their eyes, every branch, twig, and leaf, and a purple cloud hung over it.

'Did you hear that crack?' asked Robbie Bell. 'That were its bones.'

'Why do you little niggers talk so much!' said Doc. 'Nobody’s profiting by this information.'

'We always talks this much,' said Sam, 'but now everybody so quiet, they hears us.'

("The Wide Net") "

― Eudora Welty , The Collected Stories