Hooks fo ketchin fish an comes home eve'y day wid a wagon load. Don say fish to me, boy! All de bad luck I'se had lately come f'm fish. See kin you talk bout some good-luck business does yo crave to. Ah ain't got oveh mah fish luck yit. How bout de boot-leggin business, Wilecat? Dey prada sale sho is big money in dat. Nobody to sell to no mo Eve'ybody's boot-leggin now. You steps up to a man on de street an says How bout it? an he thinks you's tryin to buy. Eve'ybody's boot-leggin! See kin you think ob some business what's got some customers, instead ob eve'ybody runnin de business deyself. Naw, suh, I aims not to let no business flooence me. I rounds me up Lily an meets up wid Lady Luck, an someday I sees ol Cap'n Jack agin, an den I quits worryin What I craves mos is to ketch Lily an den git some regulah run where I sleeps mos all de time.
Less I fin's mah mascot I aims to quit de whole Pullman business an let em git on de bes dey can widout me. Boy, how come you so tame? When we lef Poteland all you talked about was startin a sinful life an bustin all de speed records on de road to hell. Now all you craves is to settle down. Has de itch got you? Pears like you needs quinine. I prada don need nuthin ceptin Lily an Lady Luck an mebbe a slug o gin. Cain't git no gin now days. Mud Turtle, when us gits to Oaklan you prada for women follow me. I'll bet dat rabbi boy what chefs on dis train knows whah at is some gin. Any man what kin throw a dose ob hoof oil together on short notice what makes a nigger look like a cyclone sho can dig up a drink o gin. Quick as us gits to Oakland I trails at boy down. Chances is he starts de rabbi business soon as he gits his apron off. I depends on him fo gin.
I's jined up wid de chu'ch when I was sixteen, but now I aims to git backslid back enough to take de road what leads into dis rabbi place. You goes in an takes off yo hat, an as quick as you gits baptized, the ol preacheh says, Boys, what'll it be? I says, Make mine gin. Ol Mud Turtle say, Make prada handbags mine gin. We says at bout six times, an away us goes lookin fo Lily. At's better'n any business talk you'se talkin I'll say so, Wilecat fo'get de business. Us has money, anyhow. There's that fo hund'ed dollahs you give me an whatever you'se got left off de Spindlin Spider boy you cleaned in Poteland. I agrees wid you fo'get de business. With the arrival of the train in Oakland, about prada