Diary of Jem
6th June 1930 to 10th June 1930
Many inevitable things had happened in Maycomb due to Tom Robinson’s case. Mr Bob Ewell was very despondent with my father. HE said that my father had insulted his daughter during the trial. My father said: Mayella was filled with guilt and she had tempted a Negro, it was unspeakable in the society of Maycomb.
Seemingly, I think Bob Ewell was so agitated that he was vehement on revenging my father. Bob Ewell was really a sordid and incorrigible white man. When he passed by my father, he spat at his face and he said: Too proud to fight, you nigger lover. My father said: I am too old to fight, and left him. I really cannot put up with Bob Ewell’s action. He is a man who is intransigence on the point of view to the Negros. He was still prejudice against black people.
One very starry and peculiar warm night, after the pageant in the school auditorium, I brought Scout home. It was pitch black. We fumbled on our steps many times. Scout clung on to me and we walked briskly. The sound of crickets and insects creaking tinged our spine.
All of a sudden, I heard shuffling behind us. I stopped and Scout asked me what happened. I told her that there was someone following us. She said that Halloween had caught me. We continued walking along the path silently. The occasional sounds was our shoes clonking.
Out of the blue, “sishsi” a sound seemed to be coming from behind us. I froze in my tracks. This time round, Scout heard it too. The sound was distinct but we saw no one following us. She thought that “Cecil Jacobs was trying to frighten her again as he had done so earlier. Scout called out loudly: Cecil Jacobs is a big wet hen.” No one responded. I felt an impediment disaster coming to us. I told Scout to walk quickly towards the main street.
As we are nearing the main road, a burly rough hand reached for me and wrenched my arm. The pain was excruciating that I hollered...