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In appearance he was tall, dark, with straight, black, lustrous hair, and very clean-cut, high-bred features. When he paused by the clerk's desk on his way out, to light his cigar, the day clerk, who had just come on duty, glanced at the register and read the last entry: "One of the South Ca'lina bigbugs, I reckon probably in cotton, or turpentine."
With us it is general practice outside of New England and those parts of the southern lowlands that had no flood of Celtic immigration in the eighteenth century. I have never heard a Carolina mountaineer say niggah or No'th Ca'lina, though in the last word the syllable ro is often elided.
"Dem wa' Massa South Ca'lina gwan to whip de 'Nited States wid Massa Goberna' order 'em last year, an 'e jus' come. Good masse gwan' to fight fo' we wid 'em." The poor old man seemed to take a great interest in the pieces of ordnance as they passed along, and to have inherited all the pompous ideas of his master.
Uncle Wellington did not know the street and number, and the hackman had to explain to him the mystery of numbered houses, to which he was a total stranger. "Where is he from?" asked the hackman, "and what is his business?" "He is f'm Norf Ca'lina," replied uncle Wellington, "an' makes his livin' w'itewashin'." "I reckon I knows de man," said the hackman. "I 'spec' he 's changed his name.
"Sometimes we put heavy waddin' in a old gun an' shot hit out into a brush heap an' then blowed the sparks' til de fire blazed. Ever'body had flint rocks too, but few niggers could work 'em an' de ones dat could allus had dat job to do. "My gran'mammy come frum South Ca'lina an' libed fust at New Augusta, Mississippi.
Her marster was Marse Daniel Thompson over in Simpson County on Strong River at a place called Westville. My pappy, he come from South Ca'lina Charleston an' was give to do old folks' darter. His name was John Black an' he was owned by Mr. Frank Smith over in Simpson. He was brought down frum South Ca'lina in a wagon 'long wid lots mo'.
John tol' Marse George to pick hisself out a pair of darkies to mate so's he could git hisself a start of darkies fer to chop his cotton an' like. So Marse George pick out my pappy fust. My pappy come frum North Ca'lina. Den he seen my mammy an' she was big an' strengthy an' he wanted her pow'ful bad.
"Don't let her think we're laughing at her." "Miss Scrimp's very strict about candles and oil lamps," said Nettie. "We use them a lot in the South." "That old house of yours in 'So'th Ca'lina' must be a funny old place, Nettie," said Heavy. "It isn't ours," Nettie said. "The cotton plantation belongs to Aunt Rachel. She was born on it the Merredith Place.
The mate and crew drew closer and closer toward Dusenberry, until he became infected with the prevailing alarm. "Captain, I demand your protection from these men, in the name of the State of South Carolina," said he. "Who he? De State Souf Ca'lina, vat I know 'bout him, ah? Bring de silver oar when come take my man.
Dem clo's," she argued, lifting the tattered garments she had removed from her patient, "don' b'long 'roun' yere. Dat kinder weavin' come f'om down to'ds Souf Ca'lina. I wish Needham 'u'd come erlong. He kin tell who dis man is, an' all erbout 'im." She made a bowl of gruel, and fed it, drop by drop, to the sick man.
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