"Dat ar Aaron had um atter 'im, an' what'd he do?"
"De Lord, He knows,—I don't! But don't you git de consate in yo' min' dat you kin do what Aaron done done, kaze you'll fool yo'se'f, sho!"
"What Aaron done done?" Fountain was persistent.
"He done fool dem ar nigger dogs; dat what he done done."
"Den how come I can't fool dem ar dogs?"
"How come? Well, you des try um one time, mo' speshully dat ar col'-nose dog, which he name Soun'."
"Well, I ain't bleege ter try it when de white folks treat me right," remarked Uncle Fountain, after thinking the matter over.
"Dat what make I say what I does," asserted Randall. "When you know 'zactly what you got, an' when you got mighty nigh what you want, dat's de time ter lay low an' say nothin'. Hit's some trouble ter git de corn off'n de cob, but spozen dey want no corn on de cob, what den?"
"Honey, ain't it de trufe?" exclaimed Uncle Fountain.