The Wrath Of Jason

Some few months prior to the unfortunate accident in the rolling mili, whereby Uncle Jason was so suddenly and unexpectedly launched into the mysterieus beyond, Hpikes was at hia desk in the mili oflice, when a grea-t noise and controversy was heurd outide, as follows : "Is you gwin to fill de contrac?" "Who you cali contrap? I done Mark do shoe." "I ax, is you gwin to carry out do 'greement? Youh'arme?" "Go way, ole man, I's got no time to fooi wid you. Ef you hab dat oder shoe ghine up you has to pay extra." "Boy, ef you rouse de lion in Jason, he cotch you by dem y'ears an' bmsh de groun' wid tou." "Who kin?" "Dat's me : dat' me who kin." "You kin?" "Jes h'ar dat W'giuny Simmon talk to Jason ob de blue grassí I ax you, boy, fur de las' timo in dis wale oí tcars, is you gwine to shine de shoe?" "I done shine de shoe - " "I ax you once mo' ef you's gwine to comply wid the understandin'? Kase Jason's pizen, an' ef he lay his han' om you it waxinate you so dat you muddei 'low she's no 'lation wid you. Dat's my song." What reply, if any, was made to the threat and peroration was not audible. A scuffling ensued, followed by a sound similar to that produced by a streetsweeping machine when in motionAnd when Spikes looked out he saw Uncle Jason apparently busily eugaged in exomining the ventilation beneath a pile of pine boards, which stood inside the mili near the door, and heard hiia utter: "Ef dat pólice stan' dar fur fo minit mo' dat pert boy's mudder was a widderless orphin an' de Coromer had a cash job to find out what 'ticular misery spoil do chile, o' my name ain"t Jnson. and I ain't no Baptis'." - Oraphi: