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? ? ? ? "You may well say it, Brer Hightower! It's jist as I was a-sayin' to Brer Phelps, his own self. S'e, what do you think of it, Sister Hotchkiss, s'e? think o' what, Brer Phelps, s'I? think o' that bed-leg sawed off that a way, s'e? think of it, s'I? I lay it never sawed itself off, s'I- somebody sawed it, s'I; that's my opinion, take it or leave it, it mayn't be no'count, s'I, but sich as 't is, it's my opinion, s'I, 'n' if anybody k'n start a better one, s'I, let him do it, s'I, that's all. I says to Sister Dunlap, s'I-"

? ? ? ? "Why, dog my cats, they must a ben a house-full o' niggers in there every night for four weeks, to a done all that work, Sister Phelps. Look at that shirt- every last inch of it kivered over with secret Africa writ'n done with blood! Must a ben a raft uv 'm at it right along, all the time, amost. Why, I'd give two dollars to have it read to me; 'n' as for the niggers that wrote it, I 'low I'd take 'n' lash 'm t'll-"

? ? ? ? "People to help him, Brother Marples! Well, I reckon you'd think so, if you'd a been in this house for a while back.


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