United States or Benin ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
They had a late dinner, then made their way to the railroad depot, where Emmons bought and gave to Ralph his ticket for Savannah by the train which was to leave in an hour. "I'll be goin' back to see about the money for them mules," said Emmons at length. "Well, good by. Swing tight to your cash, and write to us when ye get to Savanny."
Ralph sat up and rubbed his eyes. The sun was shining and the car empty, with the exception of himself and a negro brakeman, who had awakened him from an unusually sound slumber. "Where are we?" he asked. "We'se in Savanny. Been yere nigh 'bout an hour. I seed yo' was tired, an' I 'lowed I'd let yer sleep. But I'se got ter sweep out now."
He hot fer true, ain't he?" "Daddy who?" asked Uncle Remus, straightening himself up with dignity. "W'ich?" "I know you in Char'son, an' den in Sewanny. I spec I dun grow away from 'membrance." "You knowed me in Charlstun, and den in Savanny?" "He been long time, ain't he, Daddy Ben?" "Dat's w'at's a pesterin' un me. How much you reckon you know'd me?" "He good while pas'; when I wer' pickaninny.
I ain't tromped roun' de country much. I ain't bin to Charlstun an' needer is I tuck in Savanny; but you couldn't rig up no game on me dat I wouldn't tumble on to it de minit I laid my eyeballs on you. W'en hit come to dat I'm ole man Tumbler, fum Tumblersville I is dat. Hit takes one er deze yer full-blooded w'ite men fur ter trap my jedgment.
Word Of The Day