The white man's wrath was immediate.
"What name you sing out alla time ?" he demanded.
"Him fella my brother belong me," was the answer.

"Him fella die too much." "You sing out, him fella brother belong you die too much," the white man went on in threatening tones.

"I cross too much along you.

What name you sing out, eh?
You fat-head make um brother belong you die dose up too much.

You fella finish sing out, savvee?
You fella no finish sing out I make finish damn quick." He threatened the wailer with his fist, and the black cowered down, glaring at him with sullen eyes.
"Sing out no good little bit," the white man went on, more gently.