JOE CLARKE I God, I hope he finds 'em too. If he get to killin turkeys maybe he'll stay way from my hen house. I God, I done lost nine uh my best layin' hens in three weeks.
(General Laughter)
WALTER
Did Jim git em?
CLARKE I ain't personatin' nobody but I been told dat Jim's got uh powerful lot uh chicken feathers buried in his back yard. I know one thing if I ever ketch his toe-nails in my chicken yard, I God, he's gointer follow his pappy and his four brothers. He's got to git from dis town of mine.
(Enter a little girl right, very neat and starchy. She runs up to Rev.
Sims.)
GIRL Papa, mama say send her dat witch hazely oil she sent you after right quick.
LINDSAY
Whuss matter wid Sister Sims—poly today?
SIMS She don't keep so well since we been here, but I reckon she's on de mend.
HAMBO
Don't look like she never would be sick. She look so big and portly.
CLARKE Size don't mean nothin'. My wife is portly and she be's on de sick list all de time. It's "Jody, pain in de belly all day. Jody, pain in de back all night.