'Pon my soul, you're the mightiest fool I ever taken up with.

Jest you go down that alley-way with this yalla boy, and don't show yo' face untell yo' called!" The negro begged; the master wrathily insisted.
"Colossus, will you do ez I tell you, or shell I hev to strike you, saw ?" "O Mahs Jimmy, I--I's gwine; but"-- he ventured nearer--"don't on no account drink nothin', Mahs Jimmy." Such was the negro's earnestness that he put one foot in the gutter, and fell heavily against his master.

The parson threw him off angrily.
"Thar, now! Why, Colossus, you most of been dosted with sumthin'; yo' plum crazy .-- Humph, come on, Jools, let's eat! Humph! to tell me that when I never taken a drop, exceptin' for chills, in my life--which he knows so as well as me!" The two masters began to ascend a stair.
"_Mais_, he is a sassy; I would sell him, me," said the young Creole.
"No, I wouldn't do that," replied the parson; "though there is people in Bethesdy who says he is a rascal.

He's a powerful smart fool.

Why, that boy's got money, Jools; more money than religion, I reckon.