human
Aunt Kizzy 'low'--I ain't sayin' she's right; I's jes tellin' you what she _'low'_--Aunt Kizzy 'low' dat, 'cordin' to de symtems, she say',--an' I ain't sayin' I b'lieve her,--but she say' hit looks to her lak I's sufferin' f'om a hoodoo.
gpt
A hoodoo! Amanda's scorn was unbounded.
human
Ef it don't beat my time how some of you niggers hang on to them ol' notions. 'Tain't nothin' 't all but ignorant superstition. Ain't I tol' you that a hunderd times?
gpt
Yes, you done tol' me, said Gordon Lee, putting up a feeble defense.
human
You all time quoilin' an' runnin' down conjurin' an' bad-luck signs an' all de _nigger_ superstitions; but you's quick 'nough to tek up all dese heah _white_ superstitions.
gpt
How you mean?
human
I mean all dis heah talk 'bout hits bein' bad luck to sleep wid de windows shet, an' bout flies carrying disease, an' 'bout worms gittin' in de milk ef you leave it settin' roun' unkivered.
gpt
Not worms, corrected Amanda;
human
I ain't sayin' dey ain't, Amanda. Come to think of hit, seems lak I 'member 'em scrunchin' 'g'inst my teeth when I eats. I ain't sayin' nothin' 't all 'bout white folks superstitions,--I 'spec' dey's true, ebery one ob 'em,--but hit look' lak you oughtn't to shet yer min' ag'inst de colored signs dat done come down f'om yer maw an' yer paw, an' yer gran'maw an' gran'paw fer back as Adam. I 'spec' Adam hisself was conjured. Lak as not de sarpint done tricked him into regalin' hisself wid dat apple. But I s'pose you'd lay hit on de germs whut was disportin' deyselves on de apple. But dey ain't no use in 'sputin' dat p'int, 'ca'se de fac' remains dat de apple's done et.
gpt
I ain't astin' you to dispute nothin', cried Amanda, by this time in a high state of indignation.
human
I'm a-talkin' scientific fac's, an' you're talkin' nigger foolishness. The ignorance jes nachully oozes outen the pores o' your skin.