"I doan keer how minny houses he got, an' I doan keer how much money he got neeth'r--he ain' nuthin' in dis woel but po' trash," she announced with a sweeping bow, then added to Mary Van, as she returned to the churn: "Set down on de bo'rd, honey, tell Willis git reddy ter stan' up an' jump wid you. He bleege ter cool off er while, fus', 'cose he know trashy fokes got ter keep on bein' trashy, jes' like he know dat buzzard aig bleege ter hatch out er buzzard; doan keer ef you puts hit in Lilly Dove's nes' er way up yond'r in Jedge Eagle's nes', hit's boun' ter be er buzzard dat pips dat aig shell." Swishing the dasher up and down in the churn, she continued addressing herself to Mary Van. "Yas, Lawd, yer orter heah ole man Turkey Buzzard tell 'bout whin his boy, Big Eye, turn hisse'f ter er eagle. Big Eye tell his pa he ti'ed soshatin' wid de low down buzzards dat lives on Dead Man's Mountain, an' he done make up his min' ter greeze his feath'rs an' shave de top er his haid like de ball eagle, an' move ov'r ter Tinker Knob whar de fus' class birds lives at." "Mammy, I thought buzzards were bald anyhow," said Willis coming a step or two nearer. "'Cose dey bin ball ev'r sense Big Eye shave his haid. "His pa say, 'Doan yer know soon es fokes heahs yer name, dey kin p'int out yer fambly?' "He tell his pa he gwine change his name ter Mist'r Mount'n Fowel, an' tell de fokes he's kin ter Jedge Eagle's fambly, so he kin git vit'd ter de fine parties. "His pa say, 'Fokes kin tell yo' buzzard lope' soon es you starts ter dancin'.' "He say he ain' gwine dance no 'buzzard lope,' dat he gwine 'cut de pigeon wing.' "His ma ax him, 'Whatchu gwine do 'bout marryin' yo' cousin Ashy Car'on Crow?' "He say he done fergit all 'bout dat ole black, warty head'd crow, dat he gwine marry Miss Tishy Peafowel. "His pa tell him he dunno nuthin' tall erbout dis new fangled way er doin', dat he allus heahs de ole fokes say birds bett'r stick ter der own fe'th'r. "He stan' up an' sass his pa scan'lous, an' say jes' 'caze his fambly wus buzzards, dat ain' no rees'n fur him ter be one. He say he mo' finer lookin' dan dem. 'In fack,' sez he, 'I'm jes' like dem Eagle boys, an' I'm gwine pass off fur one de fambly, too.' "Ole lady Buzzard cry an' beg him ter stay at home; she say ef he jes' make er man er hisse'f, he kin be de bigges' buzzard on Dead Man. "He pat his ma on de back, an' laf' sorter gran' like an' say, ''Ooman fokes am' got 'nuf sense ter 'vise in men fokes 'fars.' Den he flop his wings an' come flyin' 'zackly like dem Eagle boys flies. "Whin de birds on Tink'r seed him comin', dey 'gun ter pass jedgement 'bout who hit mout be. Sum says hit's one, sum says hit's ernuth'r, but all uv 'em says one thing dey knows fur sartin an' sho,--'Tain' no ole buzzard." Willis had come slowly, step by step, until he had climbed up by Mary Van, on the joggling board.