"Gemmens an' feller citizens!" Isaac began with great deliberation. "I'se called by de Lawd dis mawnin' ter come up on high and expose de vision dat I seed in de dead er de night las' week. I drempt a dream. I dream dat I die and go ter heaben. An' as I wuz gwine long up de hill ter de pearly gates who should I meet comin' down de hill but our good frien' Judge Butler"
The Judge gave a sharp little angry cough, pulled his long black whiskers and crossed his legs quickly. Isaac glanced at him and walled his eyes at the dusky crowd who broke into another roar of laughter.
"Yassah!" he went on, "I met Judge Butler comin' down de hill lookin' pow'ful sad. An' he say ter me:
"'Isaac, whar ye gwine?'
"'Gwine ter heben,' sezzi.
"'Ye can't git in!' sezze.
"'Why so?' sezzi.
"'Case ye got ter be er ridin',' sezze—'I jes come down frum dar—an' hits des lak I tell ye!'
"'Is dat so?' sezzi.
"'But I tell ye what we kin do, Isaac!' sezze.
"'I'll git on yo back an' ride up to de gate, an' we bof git in."
"Dat seem all right ter me fust off so I hump mysef an' de Jedge git on my back, an' I gallup
