Sh-she, look at that-air rag ladder, sh-she; 'n' s'I, yes, LOOK at it, s'I--what COULD he a-wanted of it, s'I.

Sh-she, Sister Hotchkiss, sh-she--" "But how in the nation'd they ever GIT that grindstone IN there, ANYWAY?
'n' who dug that-air HOLE?
'n' who--" "My very WORDS, Brer Penrod! I was a-sayin'-- pass that-air sasser o' m'lasses, won't ye ?--I was a-sayin' to Sister Dunlap, jist this minute, how DID they git that grindstone in there, s'I.

Without HELP, mind you -- 'thout HELP! THAT'S wher 'tis.

Don't tell ME, s'I; there WUZ help, s'I; 'n' ther' wuz a PLENTY help, too, s'I; ther's ben a DOZEN a-helpin' that nigger, 'n' I lay I'd skin every last nigger on this place but I'D find out who done it, s'I; 'n' moreover, s'I--" "A DOZEN says you!--FORTY couldn't a done every thing that's been done.
Look at them case-knife saws and things, how tedious they've been made; look at that bed-leg sawed off with 'm, a week's work for six men; look at that nigger made out'n straw on the bed; and look at--" "You may WELL say it, Brer Hightower! It's jist as I was a-sayin' to Brer Phelps, his own self.

S'e, what do YOU think of it, Sister Hotchkiss, s'e?
Think o' what, Brer Phelps, s'I?
Think o' that bed-leg sawed off that a way, s'e?
THINK of it, s'I?
I lay it never sawed ITSELF off, s'I--somebody SAWED it, s'I; that's my opinion, take it or leave it, it mayn't be no 'count, s'I, but sich as 't is, it's my opinion, s'I, 'n' if any body k'n start a better one, s'I, let him DO it, s'I, that's all.