"I do' wan' 'ny it. Is dat all?"
"Is dat all!" Lize stood aghast. Then she said slowly and wonderingly, "Brothah Simon, is you losin' yo' senses er yo' grace?"
"I ain' losin' one ner 'tothah, but I do' see no ha'm in gwine ovah to de wes' plantation."
"You do' see no ha'm in gwine ovah to de wes' plantation! You stan' hyeah in sight o' Gawd an' say dat?"
"Don't git so 'cited, sis' Lize, you mus' membah dat dey's souls on de wes' plantation, jes' same as dey is on de eas'."
"Yes, an' dey's souls in hell, too," the old woman fired back.
"Cose dey is, but dey's already damned; but dey's souls on de wes' plantation to be saved."
"Oomph, uh, uh, uh!" grunted Lize.
"You done called me de shepherd, ain't you, sistah? Well, sayin' I is, when dey's little lambs out in de col' an' dey ain' got sense 'nough to come in, er dey do' know de way, whut do de shepherd do? Why, he go out, an' he hunt up de po' shiverin', bleatin' lambs and brings 'em into de fol'. Don't you bothah 'bout de wes' plantation, sis' Lize." And Uncle Simon hobbled off down the road with surprising alacrity, leaving his interlocutor standing with mouth and eyes wide open.
"Well, I nevah!" she exclaimed when she could get her lips together, "I do believe de day of jedgmen' is at han'."