I done heerd thet man say onct just whut yer did, thet a nigger wus just as much his frien' as though he wus white--thet it wan't de skin nohow what counted, but de heart.

No, sah, I ain't feered fer ter tell yer, Massa Knox.

He's got a cabin hid way back in de bluffs, whar nobody don't go, 'cept dem who know whar it is.

I reckon he don't do nuthin' but hunt an' fish nohow--leastways he don't raise no corn, nor truck fer ter sell.

He's a tall, lanky man, sah, sorter thin, with a long beard, an' his name wus Amos Shrunk.