The whoops was
warnings that would come to us every now and then,
and if we didn't try hard to make out to understand
them they'd just take us into bad luck, 'stead of keeping
us out of it. The lot of towheads was troubles
we was going to get into with quarrelsome people and
all
kinds of mean folks, but if we minded our business
and didn't talk
back and aggravate them, we would
pull through and get out of the fog and into the big
clear river, which was the free States, and wouldn't
have no more trouble.