Joel Chandler Harris

“ Bimeby, w’ile dey wuz ’sputin’ ’longer one er nudder, de Elephant trompled on one er de Crawfishes. Co’se w’en dat creetur put his foot down, w’atsumever’s under dar wuz boun’ fer ter be squshed, en dey wa’n’t nuff er dat Crawfish lef’ fer ter tell dat he’d bin dar. ”

“ Dis make de udder Crawfishes mighty mad, en dey sorter swarmed tergedder en draw’d up a kinder peramble wid some wharfo’es in it, en read her out in de ’sembly. But, bless grashus! sech a racket wuz a gwine on dat nobody ain’t hear it, ’ceppin’ maybe de Mud Turkle en de Spring Lizzud, en dere enfloons wuz pow’ful lackin’. ”