“Yes, sir, de public worship wuz already disturbed. Ef de shootin’ had stopped dere de law wuz done broke.
“Yes, sir.”
“Is this defendant the man who created the disturbance in the yard?”
“Yes, sir; he’s de one, fur I knows him well. He’s de one dat tuck Brother Jones’ watermillons.”
“How is that?” asked the court, interested.
“Yes, sir, please yo’ honor, it wuz lak dis: Brother Jones, uv de Sandy Creek kermunity, focht a load uv watermillons an’ wuz sellin’ ’em, when dis man Parks come out uv one uv de tents an’ pick out a big millon an’ ’low: ‘I’ll des take dis one wid me.’
“‘Not till you give me thirty-five cents,’ says Brother Jones, dis lak dat.
“‘Take dat,’ said dis boy, pitchin’ Brother Jones a nickel.
“Dat wuz de start uv it, an’ one word brought on another ’till Parks jerked out his gun an’ fell to shootin’.”