"But de white men dat night say, 'O, de black cannibal not come dis night. Too much moon!' So dey dlink goo-goo, and moh and moh goo-goo. Den dey sing--ha, ha!--den dey sleep.
"De moon he smile all de same. And the black man wid plenty spear and knife lie quiet in de bush.
"But the king cly now, and all at once de savage jump up.
"Plenty much branch ob tree dey cut.
"Plenty much fire.
"Den wid gleat stones de door fly all bloken, and de white men come out to fight.
"But too much goo-goo--he, he, he!--and dey fall and fall all in one big heap. Much blood. Much kick and scream!
"Not one alibe now, only de white women and de piccaninnies.
"Ha, ha, ha, how de king do laugh. My fadder, fadder, fadder, dat is.
"But now all de women am drag out, and all de piccaninny. Der troats--"