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If we see a man comin' we pull down our skirts. Yes, Lawd." FOLKLORE SUBJECTS Name of interviewer: Watt McKinney Subject: Ex-Slave and Confederate Soldiers Story: Information I'm gettin' old and feeble now and cannot walk no more And I've laid the rusty-bladed hoe to rest. Ole marster and ole missus are sleeping side by side And their spirits are a-roamin' with the blest.
Den he called de old doctor woman an' made 'er give 'em ever' one a dose o' medicine. Dey didn' a one of' em git sick. "Marster an' Old Mis' had five chillun. Dey is all dead an' gone now, an' I's still here. One o' his sons was a Supreme Judge 'fore he died. "My folks was sho' quality. Marster bought all de little places 'roun' us so he wouldn' have no po' white trash neighbors. Yes sir!
S'pose dog he walk about catch 'm kai-kai, you fella boy catch 'm dog allee same one shark. Dog he finish close up. Big fella marster sleep along big fella house. White Mary sleep along pickaninny house. One fella Adamu he stop along outside pickaninny house. You fella boy finish 'm dog, finish 'm Adamu, finish 'm big fella marster, finish 'm White Mary, finish 'em altogether.
"Now, Miss Clorindy!" cried Dolf, understanding that this was an occasion when flattery and soft words were absolutely necessary. "You know I'se ales in for de genuine article." "Don't know nothin' ob de sort," said Clo. "I kint flirty and flighty about like some folks; but, anyhow, I ain't fool enough to put all my wages on my back. I guess marster cud tell what I've got in de bank."
"When Marster was dressed, and they carried him out to the drawing-room, Dyce was standin' cryin' by the fireplace, and I went to the bed, and put my hand under the bolster, where Marster always kep' his watch and his pistol. The watch was ther' but no pistol; and just sorter stuffed under the pillow case was, a hank'cher.
He sent his emissary on board again, who explained that the big fella marster belong Suava was condescendingly willing enough to shake hands with Captain Jansen and me and cadge a stick or so of trade tobacco, but that nevertheless his high-born soul was still at so lofty an altitude that it could not sink itself to such a depth of degradation as to shake hands with a mere female woman.
"Yes, marster," said three or four negroes at once, "supper’ll be ready d’rectly." In a few moments the nicely-cooked spare-rib was smoking on the table, together with hot coffee, boiled turnips and egg bread, which Southern cooks know so well how to make. Besides this there was the golden-colored butter, white flaky honeycomb, and the Sunday pitcher overflowing with rich creamy milk.
We watched him git on he hoss an' ride up de road out o' sight, an' we wuz out in de field a-slidin' an' a-slidin', when up comes ole marster. We started to run; but he hed done see us, an' he called us to come back; an' sich a whuppin' ez he did gi' us! "Fust he took Marse Chan, an' den he teched me up.
"Yes, sirree." "Then tell me." "I will if you'll give me a quarter," was the moderate conditions of this treaty. "Here, take it!" exclaimed Mr. Parley, pitching the boy the silver coin in question. "Thanky, Marster," grinned the lad, picking up the treasure. "Now tell me."
"Ugly! Lor’ bless you, marster, is you blind? As handsome a creetur as thar is in the country!" Mr. Wilmot understood that he had used the word ugly in its wrong sense, so he said: "I do not mean to ask if the horse is ill-looking, but is he skittish?" "If marster means by that will he throw him off, I don’t think he will as long as I’m on him, but sometimes he is a leetle contrary like.
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