Dey ain't white, an' dey ain't
black, an' dey ain't nuffin'; dey's des de same kin' er folks ez de
muel is er horse!
"An' den dar's Injuns; dey's ergin ernudder kin' er folks.
"I usen ter hyear 'em say dat de deb'l made de fuss Injun. He seed de
Lord er makin' folks, an' he 'lowed he'd make him some; so he got up
his dut and his water, an' all his 'grejunces, an' he went ter wuck;
an' wedder he cooked him too long, ur wedder he put in too much red
clay fur de water wat he had, wy, I ain't nuber hyeard; but den I
known de deb'l made 'im, caze I allers hyearn so; an', mo'n dat, I
done seed 'em fo' now, an' dey got mighty dev'lish ways. I wuz wid yer
gran'pa at Fort Mimms, down erbout Mobile, an' I seed 'em killin'
folks an' sculpin' uv 'em; an, mo'n dat, ef'n I hadn't er crope under
er log, an' flattent myse'f out like er allergator, dey'd er got me;
an' den, ergin, dey don't talk like no folks. I met er Injun one time
in de road, an' I axed 'im wuz he de man wat kilt an' sculpt Sis Leah,
wat usen ter b'longst ter yer gran'pa, an' wat de Injuns kilt. I axt
'im 'ticklur, caze I had my axe erlong, an' ef'n he wuz de man, I
'lowed fur ter lay him out. But, bless yer life, chile, he went on fur
ter say,
"'Ump, ump, kinterlosha wannycoola tusky noba, inickskymuncha
fluxkerscenuck kintergunter skoop.
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