Scip: Is you hear 'bout dat Congaree nigger wuh act so miserable in this worl', and have so much weeked ways an' how he dead, and slip down dat long hill into hell, an' how he act when de devil start puttin' de fire to 'im?
Voice: Tell we, Bur Scip.
Scip: Well, one time dey been a Congaree nigger an' he went on terrible in this worl'. He cuss, an' steal, an' make game at God's work, an' do everything de Bible say he ain't mus' do. He act like he been one of de devil's own chillun. When he dead he hit dat broad steep road dat leads to hell, an' it been slick as axle grease, it been used so much. Time dat nigger hit it, he hit it slippin' an' scramblin' an' tryin' to git back, so he ain' doin' nothin'. He was slidin' at such a rate till he was smokin' 'fore he git half way down, but dat little heat ain' nothin' to wuh he goin' git. The gates of hell been wide open, look like de openin' to a railroad tunnel, an' smoke an' fire was jumpin' out of it every minute. 'Twus a terrible lookin' place, an' when dat nigger hit hell he hit it so hard he parted de flames. He cut a road through dat fire for about two mile, an' everywhere he looked he see folks from Congaree. White folks an' niggers, all both of them, an' all lined up 'side of de road, an' all un' um war smokin'. Dey was jumpin' 'round' ever minute, look like every time dey get settled a new fire would bus' out. Dere was mens, a plenty of them, an' Jesus! De wimmens! Hell was jam full of them. Dat nigger when he did git on he foots clam up on a rock an' started lookin' aroun' when de old devil come up to him an' axed him wey he come f'um. An' he say, he a Congaree nigger. Time he say it de devil git so close to him he can smell de burnin' hair on 'im. He git close to de nigger, an' look in he face wid he red eye, an' he nose look like a big red hot fish hook. He had horns on 'im wuss dan a cow, an' he tail look like it war some kind of a red hot snake, an' he switchin' it ever which a way, an' everything he tech with it he raised a blister. He had foots like a goat but dey was diff'unt, an' was scortched from jumpin' 'roun' on red hot