“How duz you make dat out?”
“Well, yer see, dat hog was raised by Mr. Roberson, a hard-shell Baptist, de corn dat de hog was fatted on was also raised by Baptists, he was killed and dressed by Geemes Boone, an’ you all know dat he’e as big a Baptist as ever lived.”
“Well,” said the woman, as if perfectly satisfied, “lem-me have two poun’s.”
By the time the man had finished his explanation, and weighed out her lot, he was completely surrounded with women and men, nearly all of whom had their dishes to get the choice morsel in.
“Now,” said a rather solid-looking man. “Now, I want some of de Meth-diss chitlins dat you’s bin talking ’bout.”
“Here dey is, ser.”
“What,” asked the purchaser, “you take ’em all out of de same tub?”
“Yes,” quickly replied the vender.
“Can you tell ’em by lookin’ at ’em?” inquired the chubby man.
“Yes, ser.”