Tad: Well, Buddy, I am mighty nigh finished wid de big swamps.
Voice: Why is you say dat, Tad?
Tad: Las' week I been 'way back in de swamp on Hen-House Gut an' when I was comin' out I had dis here boy of Crappos wid me an' heared a lim' fall and the bark tored off an' sumpen' scramble up a high pine, an' I had my gun an' start to the tree an' thought it were a varmint, when dat boy ketched me by the sleeve an' he ain't say nothen, an' pull at my sleeve, an' I say, "Wait a minute" an' den he say, "Come on! Les we lef' here!" An' I start off agin' an' he spring on my back an' like to th'owed me down. An' I say, "Wuh ail you?" an' he say, "come on!" I see a man clam' up dat tree, an' I look at him, an' he ain't look natural, an' my min' tell me it were best we lef'. An' when we get on the edge of the swamp I axe him wuh make he act that-a-way, an' he say, "I see a man clam up dat tree," an' he ain't say nothen else, an' my mind tell me don't say no more.
Voice: Wuh reckon it been, Tad?
Tad: I see Cott next day, an' I axe him 'bout it, an' he tell me, "Tad, ain't you know dat de tree they lay Belton out under?"
An' I ain't say no more.