"Dat's de cretor's music, an' dem's de cretor's capers," replied Burl.
Just look up yonder, Burl, and see how the crows have gone to fighting.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de roasin'-ear to come.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de johnny-cake to come.
Therefore did the magnanimous Burl dismantle himself at once.
But Burl's thoughts were now not of horror but a vast astonishment.
Burl moved on, unconscious of any who followed him, aware only of Saya.
Burl turned to Saya—and realized that all the human folk had followed him.
They might have followed anybody else, but only Burl had initiative—so far.
Saya would have loosened her hand and obeyed, too, but Burl held her beside him.