You make them a witch pie; that's the thing for YOU to do." "But my lan', Mars Sid, how's I gwyne to make 'm a witch pie?
I doan' know how to make it.

I hain't ever hearn er sich a thing b'fo'." "Well, then, I'll have to make it myself." "Will you do it, honey ?--will you?
I'll wusshup de groun' und' yo' foot, I will!" "All right, I'll do it, seeing it's you, and you've been good to us and showed us the runaway nigger.

But you got to be mighty careful.

When we come around, you turn your back; and then whatever we've put in the pan, don't you let on you see it at all.

And don't you look when Jim unloads the pan--something might happen, I don't know what.