human
Ah bet yo' all hain't see no setch thunderstorms as we has 'round dis yere neck o' de woods, said she, with conviction.
gpt
Ah bet yo' be skeert ef you--
human
Don' yo' talk to me, gal, boasted Zachariah.
gpt
Wuzzin Ah in de wustest storm dis yere valley has seed sence dat ole Noah he climb up in dat ole ark an' sez, 'Lan' sakes, Ah wonder ef Ah done gone an' fergit anyt'ing.' Yes, MA'AM,--dat evenin' out to Marse Striker's--dat wuz a storm, gal. Wuz Ah skeert? No, SUH! Ah stup right out in de middle of it, lightnin' strikin' all 'round an' de thunder so turrible Marse Kenneth an' ever'body ailse wuz awonderin' ef de good Lord could hear 'em prayin' fo' mercy. Yas, suh--yas, SUH! Dat's de gospel trufe. An' me right out dere in dat ole barnyard doin' de chores fo' ole Mis' Striker. Marse Kenneth he stick his haid out'n de winder an' yell, 'Zachariah, yo' come right in heah dis minnit! Yo' heah me? Wha' yo' all doin' out dere in dat hell-fire an' brimstone? Ah knows yo' is de bravest nigger in all dis world, but fo' mah sake, Zachariah, won't yo' PLEASE come in?' Well, suh, jes' den Ah happens to look up from what Ah wuz doin' an' sees a streak o' lightnin' comin' straight to'ards de cabin. So Ah yells fo' him to pull his haid in mighty quick, an' shore 'nuff he got it in jes' in de nick o' time. Dat streak o' lightnin' went right pass de winder an' hit de groun'. Den hit sort o' bounce up in de air an' lep right over mah haid an' hitten a tree--
human
Wuz hit rainin' all dis time?
gpt
Rainin'? Mah lan', gal, course hit wuz rainin', replied Zachariah, somewhat testily.
human
Hitten a tree not more'n ten foot from where Ah wuz--
gpt
Hain't yo' all got no sense at all, nigger? demanded Hattie, witheringly.
human
Don' yo' know 'nough to go in out'n de rain?