He hollah: 'Who thar ?' "Othah nigger he kep' pushin' on in.

He say: 'This Gawge.' "Billy, he say: 'Git on out heah, niggah! Ain't no Gawge live heah!' "Othah niggah, he say: 'Don't make no diff'unce Gawge live heah o' not.
He sure comin' right in! Ain't nobody heah kin stop ol' Gawge! He eat 'em alive, Gawge do! He de boss of Jackson Ward.

Bettah say yo' prayehs, niggah, fo' yo' time--has--come!' "Billy he don't want hit nobody, but this-heah Gawge he drunk, an' Billy _have_ t' hit 'im.

Well, suh, what you think this Gawge done?
He go have Billy 'rested.

_Yes_, suh! But you can't tell Judge Crutchfield nothin'.
Next mo'nin' in p'leece co't he say to Billy: 'I fine you twenty-five dollahs, fo' hittin' this old gray-haihed man.' Yes, _suh_! 'at 's a way Judge Crutchfield is.