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Lord love you, Ann, it don't seem right any more as you should be a-drinkin' coffee out of a tin mug along of a travellin' tinker in patched breeches, that it don't! I reckon you've seen a lot o' the grand world an' plenty o' fine folk, eh Ann?" "Enough to know the simpler joys are always the best, dear Jerry, and to love the Silent Places more than ever.
"Plenty o' Niggers was out, too, doin' devlishment. Three of 'em got 'rested an' dey had de trial Monday. In de meantime, all de Yankee-lovin' Niggers had a big meetin' an' de loudes' mouf dere was dat big buck Nigger Bill. He all time call hisse'f Dennis when he don' call hisse'f Clopton. Here dey goes, all het up frum makin' speeches an' a-drinkin', an' packs de courtroom full. When Mr.
The likes o' us ain't a-goin' to grow no vi'lets an' snowdrops in Llanbeblig churchyard." An' I sez to her, "What a d d fool you are, Poll! You never 'adn't a gal as went wrong through you a-drinkin', else you'd never say that.
I was groping for my purse when over my shoulder came a large, plump, red hand that took my scowling aggressor by an ear and tweaked it till he writhed, and turning, I beheld the large, plump woman who, putting me aside, interposed her comfortable bulk before me. "Oh, Sammy," sighed she reproachfully. "You been a-drinkin' again shame on ye to go a-frightin' an' a-scarin' this poor child.
He tossed the Short 'Un a bob, he did, when he got in. Such luck don't seem ever to come my way." "Where is the Short 'Un, as you call him?" I inquired, thinking that it might be to my advantage to interview that gentleman. "A-drinkin' of his bob in there," the man answered. "Where d'ye think ye'd be a-seein' 'im?
"Well, there was a gang across the street to- night across from my place, I mean and that sneaking Tom Terrill and Darby Meeker, and I reckon all the rest of 'em, was there. And they was runnin' back and forth to my place, and a-drinkin' a good deal, and the more they drinks the louder they talks.
"But you're a-drinkin' now!" said Pat. "You know what I mean, you small willain; I drink nothin' with spirits in it." "Well, I don't see what you gains by that, Bob, for I heerd Fred Martin say you was nat'rally `full o' spirit, so abstainin' 'll make no difference." "Pat," said Bob sternly, "if you don't clap a stopper on your tongue, I'll wollop you." Pat became grave at once.
No, you ain' dead! you's back agin, 'live en soun', jis de same ole Huck de same ole Huck, thanks to goodness!" "What's the matter with you, Jim? You been a-drinking?" "Drinkin'? Has I ben a-drinkin'? Has I had a chance to be a-drinkin'?" "Well, then, what makes you talk so wild?" "How does I talk wild?"
"'What was you-all doin' in camp yourse'f, asks the jedge of this yere witness, 'the day of the killin'? "'Which, says the witness, oncrossin' his laigs an' lettin' on he ain't made bashful an' oneasy by so much attentions bein' shown hire, 'which I was a-eatin' of a few sardines, a-drinkin' of a few drinks of whiskey, a-smokin' of a few seegyars, an' a-romancin' 'round."
Slaves like us, what was owned by quality-folks, was sati'fied an' didn' sing none of dem freedom songs. I recollec' one song dat us could sing. It went lak dis: 'Drinkin' o' de wine, drinkin' o' de wine, Ought-a been in heaven three-thousan' yeahs A-drinkin' o' dat wine, a-drinkin' o' dat wine. Us could shout dat one. "I was a grown-up man wid a wife an' two chillun when de War broke out.
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