Uncle Abe.
With a touch of regret.
Use to be, Mars' Beeler. It shore use to be.—Yes, sah. Bless de Lawd!
Shakes his head in reminiscence.
He sartinly did set sto' by them thah bitters.
Beeler.
With lazy amusement.
So the Lord's gone back on ginseng now, has He?
Uncle Abe.
Yes, sah.