"'Simmon Tree git so mad 'caze he can't fly 'roun' an' projeck wid de gals like Bob, dat he 'fuse ter speak ter Bob's howdy. Bob he sorter laf an' flutt'r 'Simmon Tree's leaves back'ards. 'Simmon Tree git mad es fire den, an' he tell him ter 'clar out!'
"He say, 'You does er heap er braggin' an' blusterin' in dese parts Bob Win', but I ain' nuv'r seed nuthin' in yer but bad mann'rs.'
"Bob say, 'I see yer done forgit de les'n Brer Brindle Cow learnt yer whin you wus lit'le.'
"'Simmon Tree say, 'I ain' skeer'd er all de Mist'r Cows in de pastur', an' you th'ow'd in ter boot. You ain' nuthin' but er win' bag ennyhow.'
"Bob Win' say, 'Git reddy, suh, we gwine proof whose de bes' man 'fo' sundown.'
"Bob go ax his pa, ole man Harricane, ter loan him his cyarpet bag, he tell him he want ter take sum fightin' close 'long on er trip he gwine on thu de woods. Ole Kerlum-bang Thunder say he gwine 'long ter see de fun. Po'-Down Rain say he gwine too, but Bob tell 'em he doan want nobody ter hope him.
"Po'-Down Rain says he ain' gwine hope nobody, he say, 'Mist'r Wise Oak sont fur me er mont' ergo, an' I ain' had time ter go yit, but I'm gwine now, 'caze I wants ter see you whin you tu'ns yose'f loose.'
"Ole Kerlum-bang Thund'r say, 'I ain' gwine hu't nobody, I'm jes' gwina shoot off er few fier wurks, an' rat'le 'roun' er lit'le.'
"Bob see he can' do nuthin' wid 'em, so he start off. Fus' he come sorter sof' whrrrrrrrr, whuuuuuuuu. All de trees lafs an' howdy's ter one nuth'r 'cep' 'Simmon Tree. He 'fuse ter russ'le so much es er leaf. Bob come Brrrrrrrrr, sorter strong like, de leaves on de groun' try ter hop up an' cap'r wid dem on de trees, an' de Reed gals wus jes' laffin' an' th'owin' derse'fs erbout scand'lous. 'Simmon Tree ain' flutt'r er leaf, 'cep'n whin he bleeg'd ter. Bob Win' come Brrrrrrrr, Whrrrrrrrr, Brrrrr, Brrrrrrrr, Whrrrrrr, Zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzuzzzzzzzzzz, whoopee! I tell yer he's comin' now! He rip an' t'ar, he do, ringin' an' twistin' ev'ything dat gits in his way. Ole Kerlum-bang Thunder give er clap an' tetch off er fier crack'r dat skeer de Cane Break fokes mouty nigh ter death. Po'-Down Rain come right 'long b'hime him. He wet dem woods mouty nigh ter flood times. Ole Kerlum-bang drop his chunk er fier on a passel er big fier-crackers, an'--"