I'm shore he fallen into mighty bad company"-- they passed beyond earshot.
Baptiste and Colossus, instead of going to the tavern kitchen, passed to the next door and entered the dark rear corner of a low grocery, where, the law notwithstanding, liquor was covertly sold to slaves.

There, in the quiet company of Baptiste and the grocer, the colloquial powers of Colossus, which were simply prodigious, began very soon to show themselves.
"For whilst," said he, "Mahs Jimmy has eddication, you know--whilst he has eddication, I has 'scretion.

He has eddication and I has 'scretion, an' so we gits along." He drew a black bottle down the counter, and, laying half his length upon the damp board, continued: "As a p'inciple I discredits de imbimin' of awjus liquors.

De imbimin' of awjus liquors, de wiolution of de Sabbaf, de playin' of de fiddle, and de usin' of by-words, dey is de fo' sins of de conscience; an' if any man sin de fo' sins of de conscience, de debble done sharp his fork fo' dat man .-- Ain't that so, boss ?" The grocer was sure it was so.
"Neberdeless, mind you"-- here the orator brimmed his glass from the bottle and swallowed the contents with a dry eye--"mind you, a roytious man, sech as ministers of de gospel and dere body-sarvants, can take a _leetle_ for de weak stomach." But the fascinations of Colossus's eloquence must not mislead us; this is the story of a true Christian; to wit, Parson Jones.
The parson and his new friend ate.

But the coffee M.St.-Ange declared he could not touch; it was too wretchedly bad.