We hadn't no idea how suspicious the white people in them awful black spots on the map can get over any one that comes along talking to their niggers.

We didn't know anything about niggers much, being both from the North, except what Doctor Kirby had counted on when he made his medicine, and THAT he knowed second-handed from other people.

We didn't take 'em very serious, nor all the talk we hearn about 'em down South.
But even at that we mightn't of got into any trouble if it hadn't of been fur old Bishop Warren.

But that is getting ahead of the story.
We got into that little town--I might jest as well call it Cottonville--jest about supper time.

Cottonville is a little place of not more'n six hundred people.