Judge Crutchfield—a white-haired, hook-nosed man of more than seventy, peering over his eyeglasses with a look of shrewd, merciless divination
"William Taylor!" calls a court officer.
A negro is brought from the cage to the bar of justice. He is a sad spectacle, his face adorned with a long strip of surgeon's plaster. The judge looks at him over his glasses. The hearing proceeds as follows:
Court Officer (to prisoner)—Get over there! (Prisoner obeys.)
Judge Crutchfield—Sunday drunk—Five dollars.
It is over.
The next prisoner is already on his way to the bar. He is a short, wide negro, very black and tattered. A large black negress, evidently his consort, arises as witness against him. The case goes as follows:
Judge Crutchfield—Drunk?