depended on him at one
time to preach orderliness and obedience and agriculture and being
in their place to the niggers. Fur years they thought he preached
that-a-way. He always DID preach that-a-way when any whites was around,
and he set on platforms sometimes with white preachers, and he got good
donations fur schemes of different kinds. But gradual the suspicion got
around that when he was alone with a lot of niggers his nigger blood
would get the best of him, and what he preached wasn't white supremacy
at all, but hopefulness of being equal.

So the whites had fell away from him, and then his graft was gone,
and then his brains turned sour in his head and got to working and
fermenting in it like cider getting hard, and he made a few bad breaks
by not being careful what he said before white people. But the niggers
liked him all the better fur that.

They always had been more or less hell in the bishop's heart. He had
brains and he knowed it, and the white folks had let him see THEY knowed
it, too. And he was part white, and his white forefathers had been big
men in their day, and yet, in spite of all of that, he had to herd with
niggers and to pertend he liked it. He was both white and black in his
feelings about things, so some of his feelings counterdicted others, and
one of these here race riots went on all the time in his own insides.
But gradual he got to the place where they was spells he hated both
whites and niggers, but he hated the whites the worst. And now, in the
last two or three years, since his crazy streaks had growed as big
as his sensible streaks, or bigger, they was no telling what he would
preach to them niggers. But whatever he preached most of them would
believe. It might be something crazy and harmless, or it might be crazy
and harmful.

He had been holding some revival meetings in nigger churches right there
in that very county, and was at it not fur away from there right then.
The idea had got around he was preaching some most unusual foolishness
to the blacks. Fur the niggers was all acting like they knowed something
too good to mention to the white folks, all about there. But some white
men had gone to one of the meetings, and the bishop had preached one of
his old-time sermons whilst they was there, telling the niggers to be
orderly and agriculturous--he was considerable of a fox yet. But he
and the rest of the niggers was so DERNED anxious to be thought
agriculturous and servitudinous