i sware to tell the truth and nothing but the truth
yes sir, dont want him doin' me like he done Papa, tryin' to make him out left-handed
him, mr. finch
what did you say -judge
you are scared of mr. finch?
well sir, i was on the porch and -and he came along and, you see, there was this old chiffarobe in the yard Papa'd brought in to chop up for kidlin'- papa told me to do it while he was off in the woods but i wadn't feellin' strong enough then, so he came by-
tom robinson, i said come her, nigger, and bust up this chiffarobe for me, i gotta nickel for you. he coulda done it easy enough, he could. so he came in the yard an' i went in the house to get him the nickel and i turned around an 'fore i knew it he was on me.he got me around my neck, cussin' me an' sayin' dirt-i fought'n'hollered but he was to strong.
who is "he"?
that nigger yonder took advantage of me an' if you fine fancy gentlemen dont wanna do nothin' bout it then your all yellow stinkin' cowards, stinkin' cowards, the lot of you. your fancy airs dont come to nothin'- your am'amin' and Miss Mayellerin' dont come to nothin', Mr. Finch-