United States or Djibouti ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"Dem people sees dat you got a little some'p'n, an' dey ain't gwine stop ontwell dey's bu'nt an' stoled evah blessed cent f'om you. Je'miah, don't you have nuffin' mo' to do wid 'em." "I got to, Cindy Ann." "Whut fu' you got to?" "How I gwine buil' a cabin an' a ba'n an' buy a mule less'n I deal wid 'em?" "Dah's Mas' Sam Brabant. He'd he'p you out." Jerry rose up, his eyes flashing fire.
"Now I's got to fish wid fellers 'at don't know nuffin." "No, you won't. You're going with us. It's all fixed, money and all."
"Didn't they tell you you'd be worse off with the Yankees than you were with them?" "Yes, sah." "Didn't you believe them?" "Dunno, sah." "What do you want to do?" "Anything." "Fight the rebs?" "Wal, I kin du it." "What's your name?" "Nimbus." "Nimbus? Good name ha! ha: what else?" "Nuffin' else." "Nothing else? What was your old master's name?" "Desmit Potem Desmit."
I kep' a'sendin' letters ter Sally h'yer an' dar, but, bress yer soul, I nebber heard nuffin' on 'em atterwards.
Anyhow you 'd be quite safe, for he's sure to be civil to any friend ob mine." "Is he then so fierce?" asked Nigel, becoming interested as well as amused. "Fierce! no, he's gentle as a lamb, but he's awrful when he's roused tigers, crokindiles, 'noceroses is nuffin' to him!" "Indeed! what's his name, and what does he do? How does he live?" The negro shook his head.
I tell you dat's bad. O, I cry myself nearly to deff 'bout my chilien; but all do no good; dey done gone; I neber see dem any mo'. If I was to, dey would not know me, an' me not know dem; so no good now to cry any mo'; dey be all dead, maybe hope dey am den dey work for de Laud and Master all de time, and not be worked all de time fo' de people for nuffin' an' doin' no good.
I wasn't much up at de house in dem times, an' she was took away 'fore I give much 'tention ter her." "Don' ole miss know she dar?" asked Aunt Patsy. "She dunno nuffin' 'bout it," answered Isham. "She's stayin' away cos she think Mahs' Junius dar yit." "Why don' you tell her, now you knows it's Miss Annie wot's dar?" "You don' ketch me tellin her nuffin'," replied the old man shaking his head.
Nobody don't know it any better. Now, I don't know nuffin' 'bout books an' de scripter an' sech-like, only what I gits second-hand no more'n you does 'bout sojerin', fer instance. But I tell ye what, 'Liab, I does know 'bout terbacker, an' I knows all about it, too. I kin jes' gib you an' Marse Hesden, an' aheap mo' jes like you uns, odds on dat, an' beat ye all holler ebbery time.
A white shock of wool surmounting a wrinkled, ebon visage appeared at the door, and the old cook said, "Missy S'wanee, dere's nuffin' in de house for supper but a little cawn-meal. Oh, bress de Lawd! if dere ain't Cap'n Lane!" "Give us a hoe-cake, then," cried Lane, shaking the old woman's hand.
Then, ever so much louder, "It's a shame!" "Don't 'cold Massa George, missie," said Pompey. "Him nebber do nuffin." "Do nothing, indeed!" cried Sarah. "You come along in with me, and I'm very, very sorry I whipped you." "Pompey done mind, missie," said the boy, showing his teeth.
Word Of The Day