Mighty funny kin' o' man, like to hev de Black Man lookin' pop-eyed at folks all day an' all night, puttin' de spell on folks! (MRS. BEELER: That's not the Black Man.) That's him, shore's yo' born! Jes' what he looks like. I's seen 'im, more'n once. (RHODA: Seen the Black Man, Uncle?) Yais, ma'am. I's spied 'im, sittin' in de paw-paw bushes in de springtime, when de snakes a-runnin', an' de jays a-hollerin', and de crick a-talkin' sassy to hisse'f. (He leans nearer, more mysteriously.) En what you s'pose I heerd him whis'lin', for all de worl' lak dem scan'lous bluejays? (Chants in a high, trilling voice.) "Chillun, chillun, they ain' no Gawd, they ain' no sin nor no jedgment, they's jes' springtime an' happy days, and folks carryin' on. Whar's yo' lil gal, Abe Johnson? Whar's yo' lil sweet-heart gal?" An' me on'y got religion wintah befo', peekin' roun' pie-eyed, skeered good. En fo' you could say "De Lawd's my Shepherd," kerchunk goes de Black Man in de mud-puddle, change' into a big green bullfrog!

Uncle Abe Monologue from The Faith Healer: A Play in Three Acts

Rehearse Uncle Abe's monologue