“Mars Tom, please don’t say sich things in sich an awful time as dis. You ain’t only reskin’ yo’ own self, but you’s reskin’ us—same way like Anna Nias en Siffra. De lake wuz dah—I seen it jis’ as plain as I sees you en Huck dis minute.”
I says:
“Why, he seen it himself! He was the very one that seen it first. Now, then!”
“Yes, Mars Tom, hit’s so—you can’t deny it. We all seen it, en dat prove it was dah.”
“Proves it! How does it prove it?”
“Same way it does in de courts en everywheres, Mars Tom. One pusson might be drunk, or dreamy or suthin’, en he could be mistaken; en two might, maybe; but I tell you, sah, when three sees a thing, drunk er sober, it’s so. Dey ain’t no gittin’ aroun’ dat, en you knows it, Mars Tom.”
“I don’t know nothing of the kind. There used to be forty thousand million people that seen the sun move from one side of the sky to the other every day. Did that prove that the sun done it?”
“Course it did. En besides, dey warn’t no ’casion to prove it. A body ’at’s got any sense ain’t gwine to doubt it. Dah she is now—a sailin’ thoo de sky, like she allays done.”
Tom turned on me, then, and says:
“What do you say—is the sun standing still?”