>What do dey stan’ for? I’s gwyne to tell you. When I got all wore out wid worke, en wid de callin’ for you, en went to sleep, my heart wuz mos’ broke bekase you waz los’, en I didn’t k’year no’ mo’ what become er me en de raf’. En when I wake up en fine you back ag’in, all safe en soun’; de tears come, en I could ‘al got down on my knees en kiss yo’ foot, I’s so thankful. En all you waz thinkin’ ’bout wuz how you could make a fool ur old Jim wid a lie. Dat truck dah is trash; en trash is what people is dat puts dirt on de head er dey fren’s en makes ‘em ashamed.
Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn