"
"How wuz dat, Brer Remus?"
"Well, I tell you, Brer Rastus. W'en I went ter dat chu'ch, I
went des ez umbill ez de nex' one. I went dar fer ter sing, an'
fer ter pray, an' fer ter wushup, an' I mos' giner'lly allers had
a stray shin-plarster w'ich de ole 'oman say she want sont out
dar ter dem cullud fokes 'cross de water. Hit went on dis way
twel bimeby, one day, de fus news I know'd der was a row got up
in de amen cornder. Brer Dick, he 'nounced dat dey wern't nuff
money in de box; an' Brer Sim said if dey wern't he speck Brer
Dick know'd whar it disappeared ter; an' den Brer Dick 'low'd dat
he won't stan' no 'probusness, an' wid dat he haul off an' tuck
Brer Sim under de jaw--ker blap!--an' den dey clinched an'
drapped on de flo' an' fout under de benches an' 'mong de wimmen.
"'Bout dat time Sis Tempy, she lipt up in de a'r, an' sing out
dat she done gone an tromple on de Ole Boy, an' she kep' on
lippin' up an' slingin' out 'er han's twel bimeby--blip!--she
tuck Sis Becky in de mouf, an' den Sis Becky riz an' fetch a grab
at Sis Tempy, an' I 'clar' ter grashus ef didn't 'pear ter me
like she got a poun' er wool. Atter dat de revivin' sorter het up
like. Bofe un um had kin 'mong de mo'ners, an' ef you ever see
skufflin' an' scramblin' hit wuz den an' dar.
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