Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, âOne for you, one for me, one for you, one for me ....â
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
âCome here quick,â said the boy, âyou wonât believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls!â
The man said, âBeat it kid, canât you see itâs hard for me to walk.â When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard, âOne for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.â
The old man whispered, âBoy, youâve been tellinâ me the truth. Letâs see if we can see the Lord...?â Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, âOne for you, one for me. Thatâs all. Now letâs go get those nuts by the fence and weâll be done....â
They say the old man had the lead for a good half-mile before the kid on the bike passed him.
I remember reading that story in an old folklore book. Always makes me laugh....