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Chapter 3


"In a panic I ran back into the Golden Day, bursting through the
noise as through an invisible wall.
"Halley! Help me, he's dying!"
I tried to get through but no one seemed to have heard me. I was
blocked on both sides. They were jammed together.
"Halley!"
Two patients turned and looked me in the face, their eyes two inches
from my nose.
"What is wrong with this gentleman, Sylvester?" the tall one said.
"A man's dying outside!" I said.
"Someone is always dying," the other one said.
"Yes, and it's good to die beneath God's great tent of sky."
"He's got to have some whiskey!"
"Oh, that's different," one of them said and they began pushing a
path to the bar. "A last bright drink to keep the anguish down. Step aside,
please!"
"School-boy, you back already?" Halley said."Give me some whiskey. He's dying!"
"I done told you, school-boy, you better bring him in here. He can
die, but I still got to pay my bills."
"Please, they'll put me in jail."
"You going to college, figure it out," he said.
"You'd better bring the gentleman inside," the one called Sylvester
said. "Come, let us assist you."
We fought our way out of the crowd. He was just as I left him.
"Look, Sylvester, it's Thomas Jefferson!"
"I was just about to say, I've long wanted to discourse with him."
I looked at them speechlessly; they were both crazy. Or were they
joking?
"Give me a hand," I said.
"Gladly."
I shook him. "Mr. Norton!"
"We'd better hurry if he's to enjoy his drink," one of them said
thoughtfully.
We picked him up. He swung between us like a sack of old clothes.
"Hurry!"
As we carried him toward the Golden Day one of the men stopped
suddenly and Mr. Norton's head hung down, his white hair dragging in the
dust.
"Gentlemen, this man is my grandfather!"
"But he's white, his name's Norton."
"I should know my own grandfather! He's Thomas Jefferson and I'm
his grandson -- on the 'field-nigger' side," the tall man said.
"Sylvester, I do believe that you're right. I certainly do," he said,
staring at Mr. Norton. "Look at those features. Exactly like yours -- from the
identical mold. Are you sure he didn't spit you upon the earth, fully clothed?"
"No, no, that was my father," the man said earnestly."PG 76-78
I think this part is important because this is the main part where it lead to the narrator fault because they went to the golden day and Mr.Norton felt sick , so in order to feel better he need some whiskey and the narrator couldnt get on because he was a student. So Norton was at a point to died so they call the vet. and they came to rescued him . Also the narrator got trouble because he riding with the college founder and got him sick