Can't tell _him_ nothin'.

He jes' set up theh on de bench, an' he chaw tobacco, an' he heah de cases, an' he spit, an' evvy time he spit he spit a fine.

Yes, _suh_! He spit like dis: 'Pfst! Five dollahs!'-- 'Pfst! Ten dollahs!'-- 'Pfst! Fifteen dollahs!'-- just how he feel.

He suttinly is some judge, 'at man." Encouraged by this account of police court justice as meted out to the Richmond negro, my companion and I did visit Justice Crutchfield's court.
The room in the basement of the City Hall was crowded.

All the benches were occupied and many persons, white and black, were standing up.