We folks air ez fur from bein' Abolitionists ez ennybody.

Hit's a battle now with a lot uv 'ristocrats who'd take our rights away." "I don't quite understand your position," said Harry.
"Hit's bekase ye don't understand the country.

The people down heah air divided into three classes.

Fust thar's the few very rich fam'lies that hev big farms over in the Blue Grass with lots o' niggers ter work 'em.
Then thar's the middle class--like the Fortners an' the Brills--thet hev small farms in the creek vallies, an' wharever thar's good land on the mounting sides; who hev no niggers, an' who try ter lead God-fearin', hard-workin' lives, an' support ther fam'lies decently.

Lastly thar's the pore white trash, thet lives 'way up in the hollers an' on the wuthless lands about the headwaters.