A negro preacher in a southern town was edified on one occasion by the recital of a dream had by a member of the church.
"I was a-dreamin' all dis time," said the narrator, "dat I was in ole Satan's dominions. I tell you, pahson, dat was shore a bad dream!"
"Was dere any white men dere?" asked the dusky divine.
"Shore dere was—plenty of 'em," the other hastened to assure his minister "What was dey a-doin'?"
"Ebery one of 'em," was the answer, "was a-holdin' a cullud pusson between him an' de fire!"