Tad: Wey all dem niggers?
Preb: Dey down dere.
Tad: Down dere wey?
Preb: Down dere to de fire on de creek.
Tad: Wuh dey do down dere?
Preb: Hab heap er compersation an' tellin' a passel er lies.
Spencer: Preb, you ought to be shame on yourself scusin' people er tellin' a passel er lies. You ain' got no 'casion to say dat.
Preb: How come I ain' got no 'casion to say wuh I say? Ain' I see all dem niggers together? Ain' I got my two good eye?
Tad: Your eye ain' hear 'em tell no lie.
Preb: Trute, my eye ain' hear 'em, but my eye see a passel er niggers, an' more en that I been where dey is an' my years heared 'em. Wey dey go to wid all dat compersation if dey ain' lie? Tad, if I ain' knowed you, I'd think you wuz a fool. Wuh dey hold so much compersation about?
Spencer: Tad, you ain' ought ter axe Preb dat. You fixin' to make Preb lie.
Tad: Luh him lie. It ain't hurt nobody when he lie. I an' you an' him all know he guh lie. Luh him lie. He ain' fool no nigger, an' if he keep in practice hit will help him wid de white folks.
Spencer: Tad, I ain' guh jine you an' Preb in your lowness.
Preb: Brother, I ain' tell no lie, Un Scip boy been off an' he tell dem niggers ef dey jine togedder dey can rise up an' take dey own place in de worl', an' he been talkin' 'bout schoolin' an' 'bout respect dey self an' how dey will be respected. He say dey got a long road to travel, an' it's up hill all de way, dat dey's down in de valley of darkness now, but bright lights is shinin' at de top. He say de road is long over high mountains an' dat dey will fall in deep gullies; dat dey got to keep on climin' to reach de Promised Land. He tell 'em to gird up dey lines an' git de scent of guano off 'em; hit ain' 'lowed on dat road. He say dere will be storms an' worser storms, an' some will drap on