But one day when he got old and his head bald and his whiskers hanging down, gray, what few hairs he had hanging over his shoulders, his little old skinny arms, and the meat flopping on them like that, come walking down that road to Samaria, and those eyes looking up toward the skies with a crooked stick in his hand. He wasn't very much to look at, but he had THUS SAITH THE LORD for the day.