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"Early in de mornin', Charley Diamonds levee camp, long about three, four clock, you can hear Mr. Isum Lorantz (killed mo' men up an' down de Mississippi dan de influenzy) knockin' on de ding-dong wid his nigger punchin' 44. Nigger by de name o' L. W. Simmons hollers way down end o' de quarters."—Henry Trevelyan, former levee worker, Wiergate, lower Texas.
Who dat knockin' on de fo'-day dong?
Mus' be Isum Lorantz, 'cause he don' knock long.
Den Mr. Isum Lorantz spoke up his own se'f, says,
Raise up, boys, raise up, raise up— Breakfas' on de table, coffee's gettin' col', Ef you don' come now, goin' throw it outdo's. Aincha gwine, aincha gwine, boys, aincha gwine?
Den ol' shack bully Simmons 'gin to holler same way.