Sam: Is you hear wuh sa preacher say how de nigger is guh prosper? He say dey is guh be great rulers an' big bosses, dat heben is full on 'em an' God got 'em crowded 'roun' de throne an' nigger angels is flyin' ever which a way an' dey got great 'thority. Dey settin' 'roun' de foot-stool an' roostin' all 'round on de bannisters an' sunnen dey self on de golden stairs.
Scip: Yes, Brother, I hear him. I ain't pay too much 'tension to da preacher. Dat ain't nuthen but nigger talk. If niggers in heben act like dey act in dis worl' dey sure got heben ruint up.
Jube: They must be ain't no white folks dere.
Sam: Wuh make?
Jube: You know white folks ain't go hab niggers sunnen dey self on de stairs an' roostin' on de bannisters.
Scip: Brother, you spoke. God ain guh have a passel of niggers messen up in he business. Niggers got dey place an' dat ain't on top. Has you ever see a tumble bug roll he load? He ain't never satisfy wid it any way he got it. He always try to roll up a hill. He gits up a piece and then he roll down again, 'en that's a nigger.