"It doesn't," I said aloud to my busy image in the mirror, "describe my client's darkies at all." I faced round: "Why, gentlemen, if this isn't the most astonishing " "Ho-old on. Ho-old on! Finish your dressing. We're told it does describe two of them and we thought we'd just come and see for ourselves." "And you followed the unprotected lady?" "We followed four runaway niggers, sir!
HO-OLD on! Don't say no more to me NOW. Let me kind of of settle my stomach, as you might say, 'fore you fetch any more onto the table. Worshipin' cows and and henhawks and and cats and bugs and and hoptoads and clams, for what I know! My savin' soul! What made 'em do it? What did they do it FOR? Was they all crazy?" "Oh, no, it was the custom of their race and time."