"I kin, Brer Jackson!"
"Brer Peters, ef you cure that muel I gwine giv' yo' two pullets an' a water-million."
"I'se gwine off heah in de bushes, an' ef yo' a honorable muel like w'at you looks like, yo' gwine to stan' still, an' no pullin' on dat ole rope, w'at ain't strong, nohow; you heah me?"
"Look a' dat, Brer Jackson; look a' dat!"
"Ki, Brer Peters, ain' she a-gwine?"
"Is yo' hurt, Louisa? Po' Louisa! I reely 'stonished w'en I see yo' git a fall like dat."
"Did yo' foots slip, Louisa? W'at make yo' jump in de water dat-a-way?"