noon
Seem ' t he boun ' sen ' a message an ' cai n't git no one to ca ' y it fer him . De gyahd , he cai n't go ; he willin ' sen ' de message , but cai n't git nobody come nigh enough de place fer to tell 'em what it is . ` Sides , it ` leckshum-day , an ' mos ' folks hangin ' ` roun ' de polls . Well ma'am , dis aft ` noon , I so ` nter 'n by , an ' de gyahd holler out an ' ask me do I want make a dollah , an ' I say I do . I ai n't ` fraid no smallpox , done had it two year ' ago . So I say I take de message . '' `` What is it ? ''