How's the ginseng crop this year?
Uncle Abe.
They ain' no mo' gimsing!
Beeler.
No more ginseng? What do you mean?
Uncle Abe.
De good Lawd, he ain' goin' fool roun' no mo' wif no gimsing!
Beeler.
Amused.
Why, I thought your ginseng bitters was His main holt.