'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.'

"An' wen he sed dat, I tuck'n lef' him, caze I seed hit wouldn't do fur
ter fool 'long him; an', mo'n dat, he 'gun fur ter shine his eyes out,
an' so I des off wid my hat, an' scrope my lef' foot, an' said, 'Good
ebenin', marster, same ez ef he wuz er wite man; an' den I tuck thu de
woods tell I come ter de fork-han' een' er de road, an' I eberlastin'
dusted fum dar! I put deze feets in motion, yer hyeard me! an' I kep'
'em er gwine, too, tell I come ter de outskwirts uv de quarters; an'
eber sence den I ain't stopped no Injun wat I sees in de road, an' I
ain't meddled 'long o' who kilt Sis Leah, nudder, caze she's ben in
glory deze fifty years or mo', an' hit's all one to her now who sculpt
her."

But now, as it was getting late, Daddy said he was afraid to stay out in
the night air, as it sometimes "gun him de rheumatiz," and wound up his
remarks by saying,

"Tell yer ma I'm mighty 'bleeged fur de cake an' drinkin's, an' weneber
yer gits de time, an' kin come down hyear any ebenin', de ole man he'll
'struck yer, caze he's gwine erway fo' long, an' dem things wat he knows
is onbeknownst ter de mos' uv folks."

"Where are you going, Daddy," asked Diddie.