Here's a dollar for you.

Now you sign it." So I signed it, and left.
Miss Watson's nigger, Jim, had a hair-ball as big as your fist, which had been took out of the fourth stomach of an ox, and he used to do magic with it.

He said there was a spirit inside of it, and it knowed everything.

So I went to him that night and told him pap was here again, for I found his tracks in the snow.

What I wanted to know was, what he was going to do, and was he going to stay?
Jim got out his hair-ball and said something over it, and then he held it up and dropped it on the floor.