...ive years old, boys, I was an awful hard case, thar's no doubt of it. Old age, hard times, an' hard drink has nilly made a Christian of me, though, drot of they haint! But when I was young, over in Walton county , Jorgy, thar warn't a man, boy, nor nigger, in the settlement that could smell my track at rascality an' gin' ral wickedness. I was the terror of chil'un, the pest of men, an the bomination of fema...