“There is also a coon in St. Paul named Johnson,” Casey explained, “who got very drunk and was placed under arrest.”
To the police judge’s inquiry as to how and where he obtained the liquor, the negro replied:
“I found it in a corn-field, your honor.”
“Did you ever get anything from Henderson?” asked the magistrate.
“No, sah. Nevah got nothin’ from him.”
“From Mrs. Henderson?”
“No, sah, not from Mrs. Henderson.”
“Nor from Miss Henderson?”
“Jes’ a minute, jedge—is you’ all still talkin’ ’bout booze?”
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