Garman; where you been man? I see you have had similar experiences with the Shelbyville line. That ferry used to be mule-drawn. 'Till the mule took sick and died. They say it was that tonic he got into; in the stovers shed, the big tin-roof over by the place where the road shines; where they boil them onions. You could smell 'em down clear to Morganville. Dead Mule Crick they call it now. Or was that Shelbyville?