Lillie: "Rich most cure all his'n. Taint mine! Rich tease me. He
say, 'MY bacco; YOUR kitchen!'"
Lillie: "What you all think bout that tale the Elder tell Sunday
bout his Great Uncle and the snakes!"
Stella: (To Uncle Ben) "What you tink bout it? You tink a man truss
to go in cypress hollow wid rattle-snake?"
Uncle Ben: "Let me see how was it!" (Deep thought as he rubbed his
face in his palm; smile as recollection came) "On Rutledge
Plantation a man wouldn't take no beating. Found a large hollow
cypress tree been rotten out long years. Gone in. Lie down sleep.
Fore day wake up! Feel something crawl over him. Nother one crow
like game chicken!" (Negroes all say rattlers crow!) "Smell him.
Crawl over him. Crawl out. Get out."
Stella: "Revents had it wuz a man in a cypress tree and seven--how
much wuz it? Twelve? These twelve monster snake crawl over him. If
you move, he strike."
Uncle Ben: "Right there where Dr. Ward stay had a big old
stable--see these two hole in my jaw. Had a stable high as that
tree. Big Jersey bull gone in there eating that straw like we
thrashing. Big rattle-snake pop 'um. Fell dead."
"How does we mark shoat? Under-bit; upper-bit. Swallow fork in the right
year! And a square crop in the left!
"How much been task? A quarter (acre) if you mashing ground. Ten compass
digging ground. Cutting rice one half acre a day." (awful job.)