"W'y, sah, I's de generman whut de white man had tied ter de tree."
"Oh, yes, and also the gentleman that fell in love with my old rooster."
"Yas, sah, de se'f same."
"And now what can I do for you—put another chicken in yo' way?"
"No, sah, dat ain't whut I want. I wuz er cuttin' some wood dis mawnin' ober at de Peters' place, an' I yere some talk dat don't soun' like er flute. 'Pear like dat white man has got some trouble in his head fur you."
"Yes, I know."
"An, frum whut I coul' gather he gwine gib it ter you; an' ef you wants me ter I'll he'p you tie him ter er tree an' w'ar him out."
"No, that won't do. But do you know whether or not he has got a app'intment from off yander at Nashville? Did you hear?"
"I doan think it quite got yere yit, but he keep on er lookin' down de road 'spectin' it to come erlaung at any minit. Ef you want me ter, suh, I'll keep er lookout while I's er workin' roun' de place, an' knock him in de head de minit it do come."
"No, you musn't do that. Is he expectin' some help?"