"Go off, boy, how I gwine make dese trashy creeturs vote fur high tone fokes like yo' pa an' Mist'r Race Hoss? Dey dunno nuthin' 'cep'n whut de murchine tell 'em ter vote," shaking her head in condemnation and mumbling to herself. "Sometimes I studies ter m'se'f ef de wimmin fokes cud do enny bett'r." "Mammy Phyllis, please make somebody come to Mister Race Horse's meetin'," urged Mary Van. "Doan you both'r yose'f 'bout dat meetin', 'caze Ned Dog both'rin' nuf fur bofe uv yer. He go tell Mist'r Rooster ter telerfome ter Mist'r Turk'y Gobler, an' Mist'r Peacock, an' he tell Mist'r Bloodhoun' fur him ter run an' tell Mist'r Jersey Cow, an'--" "An' Mister Turtle," suggested Willis, trying to help the meeting along. "Nor, suh, ole man Mud Turtle ain' got no bisnes' at dis meetin', he 'longs wid de Bline Billy crowd. Ef you talkin' 'bout Mist'r Di'mon' Back Terrapin, den you'se right, 'caze he wus dar on de amen bench, an'--" "Where were the sheep, Mammy?" "Dat's so, baby, I mos' fergit all 'bout de 'spute Unk Bell Weth'r an' ole Daddy Ram Sheep had 'bout de mat'r. Daddy Ram Sheep wanter vote fur Bline Billy, but Unk Bell Weth'r say dey got ter heah mo' speakin' 'fo' dey got nuf sense ter know which one de bes' side. "Well, de speakin' start' an' I tell yer hit kep' up scand'lus, too. "Mist'r Race Hoss 'vite Bline Billy an' Brer Bar bofe uv 'em ter speak wid 'im, but Brer Bar feer'd ter, an' ev'y time Jack Donkey say he gwine mix speeches wid Mist'r Race Hoss, ole Uncle Gee-Haw Steer giv' er big kick 'ginst hit. "He say, 'Twon' do, twon' do!' "Fin'ly Ned Dog ax Cap'n Goat ef Bline Billy skeer'd ter meet Mist'r Race Hoss on de same stump, will he 'gree ter meet 'im on diffunt stumps but tolerbul close tergether, so dey kin see which one kin out do de uth'r. "Cap'n Goat say Bline Billy ain' skeer'd er no race hoss dat ev'r capr'd on er track, an' ter 'nounce de time an' name de stumps, an' Blin' Billy'll be dar wid fo' foots an' er tongue dat'll make Mist'r Race Hoss eat up all dat big talk he bin scat'rin' 'roun'. "Whin ole Unk Gee-Haw Steer heah 'bout de meetin' he kick er 'ginst hit, he say dat donkey gwine make er jack er hisse'f sho' es sho' kin be; dat fokes'll fin' out who Bline Billy is, ef he start ter talkin' wid Mist'r Race Hoss. "Mist'r Tom Cat say, 'Nor, Jack Donkey gwinter keep hisse'f kiv'r'd up plum tell de 'lection's ov'r.' "Sez Unk Gee-Haw Steer, 'I wants yer all ter 'member I kick'd 'ginst hit ter de ve'y las'.' "Oh, I tells yer dar wus mouty times gwine on gittin' reddy fur dat 'casion; de pastur' wus plum full er flags. "Sis' Tabby Cat, she slip ov'r ter Miss Race Hosses house an' say, 'Miss Race Hoss, Mist'r Tom Cat say hit mos' kill him ter vote 'ginst Mist'r Race Hoss, but Cap'n Goat done bin sich er good frin' ter our fambly dat Tom bleege ter do like de Cap'n ax 'im, but hit mos' killin' Tom, 'caze he say Mist'r Race Hoss is de man fur de place, an' he hope he gwine git 'lect'd.'