"I's all w'ite inside.

But somebody got speak boss 'fore he go 'way.

If nobody speak, den you go 'way--no boss.
All crooked.

Nobody b'long to anybody.

Den maybe men come down from mountain, or maybe men come in boat, and dey say, 'Who's all you people?
Who you b'long to ?' Den dey say dey don' b'long nobody but demselves.
Den, mos' like, de w'ite ones gets killed for dey clothes and dey money.
And Cheditafa and me we gets tuck somew'ere to be slaves.