Finally George says: "I'se 'spec' mah jedgment des about de same as Marse WILLyum's an' Miss LUCY's.

I'se notice hit mos' ingin'lly am de same." "That can't be, George," says I, "fur they think different ways." "Den if DAT am de case," says George, "dey ain't NO ONE kin settle hit twell hit settles hitse'f.
"I'se mos' ingin'lly notice a thing DO settle hitse'f arter a while.
Yass, SAH, I'se notice dat! Long time ago dey was consid'ble gwines-on in dis hyah county, Marse Daniel.

I dunno ef yo' evah heah 'bout dat o' not, Marse Daniel, but dey was a wah fit right hyah in dis hyah county.
Such gwines-on as nevah was--dem dar Yankees a-ridin' aroun' an' eatin' up de face o' de yearth, like de plagues o' Pha'aoah, Marse Daniel, and rippin' and rarin' an' racin' an' stealin' evehything dey could lay dey han's on, Marse Daniel.

An' ouah folks a-ridin' and a racin' and projickin' aroun' in de same onsettled way.
"Marse Willyum, he 'low HE gwine settle dat dar wah he-se'f--yass, SAH! An' he got on he hoss, and he ride away an' jine Marse Jeb Stuart.

But dey don' settle hit.