Voices: How do, Scip?
Scip: Sorter slow.
Voice: Is you well?
Scip: Middlin', is you hear de news?
Voice: We ain't hear no news, tell us, brother?
Scip: Well, de law got Simon.
Voice: Who got Simon?
Scip: De law got him.
Voice: How come, what he do?
Scip: Kilt a white 'ooman.
Voice: How come he kilt a white 'ooman?
Scip: I ain't know, and if I know I ain't say. All I say Simon kilt a white 'ooman an' de law got him. I see him an' he face twis' an' swell up, an' he eye red, an' he ain't say nothin' an' de law got him. He ain't say nothin' kaze he heart black an' he mind white an' de law got Simon.
Voice: Have mercy!
Second Voice: Dey ain't no mercy.
Third Voice: Jesus!
Fourth Voice: God have mercy!
Scip: Ain't I tell you de law got Simon?
Old Daniel: Simon ain't nothin'. He ain't bird-dog an' he ain't houn'. He ain't nothin'.
Voice: How come Simon ain't nothin'?
Old Daniel: Simon Daddy white, Simon' Mammy black, Simon ain't nothin'. He got a nigger heart an' a white man head, an' dat's a mighty poor mixtry. What Simon head say Simon heart ain't know, an' what Simon heart say Simon head tangle up. He ain't white an' he ain't black, an' he ain't nothin'. White man spiles the nigger in him an' nigger spiles the white man. He born tangle up an' he guh die tangle up, an' all I can say is God forgive he Daddy and God love he Mammy an' God