“OL’ BILL HULK CRAWLIN’ DOWN THE HILL T’ MEETIN’”
“‘Accordin’ t’ the signs,’ says I, ‘you isn’t got much of a grip left.’
“‘Yes, I is!’ says he. ‘I got all my fishin’ fingers exceptin’ two, an’ I ’low they’ll last me till I’m through.’
“Ecod! sir, but it made me think so mean o’ the world that I ’lowed I’d look away.
“‘No, Tumm,’ says he, ‘I isn’t quite through.’
“‘Well,’ says I, ‘you must be tired.’
“‘Tired,’ says he. ‘Oh no, b’y! Tired? Not me! I got a little spurt o’ labor t’ do afore I goes.’