"Now look here, Parker, I've got a fine lot of that good old tobacco you like so up to the big house, and I'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll just try to work on Jim, and get his feet in the right path, you can come up and take all you want."
"Oom-oomph," said the old man, "dat sho' is monst'ous fine terbaccer, Mas' Stua't."
"Yes, it is, and you shall have all you want of it."
"Well, I'll have a little wisit wid Jim, an' des' see how much he 'fected, an' if dey any stroke to be put in fu' de gospel ahmy, you des' count on me ez a mighty strong wa'ior. Dat boy been layin' heavy on my mind fu' lo, dese many days."
As a result of this agreement, the old man went down to Jim's cabin on a night when that interesting sinner was suffering particularly from his rheumatic pains.
"Well, Jim," the preacher said, "how you come on?"
"Po'ly, po'ly," said Jim, "I des' plum' racked an' 'stracted f'om haid to foot."
"Uh, huh, hit do seem lak to me de Bible don' tell nuffin' else but de trufe."
"What de Bible been sayin' now?" asked Jim suspiciously.
"Des' what it been sayin' all de res' o' de time. 'Yo' sins will fin' you out'"