Sam, he had lived in town five or six years, and he looked down on all these here ignoramus country niggers.

So he busts out laughing at first, and he pertends like he don't take no stock in any of it.

Besides, he knowed well enough he wasn't spotted up by no Messiah, but it was the dope in the bottles done it.

But as he told about them goings-on Sam got more and more interested and warmed up to it, and his voice went into a kind of a sing-song like he was prophesying himself.

And the other two niggers quit pertending to fool around the team and edged a little closeter, and a little closeter yet, with their mouths open and their heads a-nodding and the whites of their eyes a-rolling.
Fur my part, I never hearn such a lot of dern foolishness in all my life.