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"Were the nets there, Dave?" asked Dick. "Course they weer. Look, dessay that's them burning now. All my shot too melted down, and my tatoes, and everything I have." "Where was the dog?" "Over at John Warren's. Wasn't well. Nice sort o' neighbour he is to stop away!" "But he couldn't come, Dave," said Tom in remonstrant tones. "The ice wouldn't bear anyone but us boys."
"You'll see! only show us how to find him, and we'll tie him, and we'll build you a new house, and you shall have more potatoes and corn than you can shake a stick at, and we'll give you a great jug of whiskey into the bargain." "Now will you! And a jug of whiskey too, and build a new house for Chub's mother and the corn, and the 'tatoes." "All! you shall have all we promise."
"If you're looking for Guy, 'tain't so easy to find him if he don't want to be found, and you must speak softly if you hunt him, whether or no. He's a dark man, that Guy Rivers mother always said so and he lives a long way under the ground." "And can't you show us where, Chub? We will give you money for your service." "Hain't you got 'tatoes? Chub's hungry hain't eat nothing to-night.
"Well, sir, I s'pose as how his natur' were diff'ent, and so he growed up diff'ent accordin' to his natur'. Human creeters differ like wegetables, sir; some one sort and some another. Me and Hannah, sir, we's like plain 'tatoes; but Ishmael, sir, is like a rich, bright blooming peach! That's the onliest way as I can explain it, sir." "A very satisfactory explanation, Gray!
'It's very good of you, Mr Crumb, to think of an old woman like me, particularly when you've such a deal of trouble with a young un'. 'It's like the smut in the wheat, Mrs Pipkin, or the d'sease in the 'tatoes; it has to be put up with, I suppose. Is she very partial, ma'am, to that young baronite? This question was asked of Mrs Hurtle. 'Just a fancy for the time, Mr Crumb, said the lady.
"But you just say to Mr Thudicumb, he be wise man, and keep his weather eye open." As I began to move off, Potto shouted out, "Come here, Macco, you black rascal; be quick wid dem 'tatoes." They were the sweet potato roots of which he spoke, by the by. On going aft, I told Mr Thudicumb what I had heard. He thought for a few minutes. "I suspect, Walter," he observed, "the black is right.
I hy'ard him prayin' for Moses yesterday." "No prayin' is gwine to keep Honest Moses fum de debil. Dat nigger's not got no religion to his name not a speck. Didn't I tell Missus when she thought she cotched me and Ransom sellin' watermillions and sweet 'tatoes to de boys from Marietta, dat it was Moses done it?"
'Ow did WE get on? Well, we kep' quiet. We didn't interfere with no-one and no-one didn't interfere with us. We 'ad some old 'tatoes about, but mocely we lived on rats. Ours was a old 'ouse, full of rats, and the famine never seemed to bother 'em. Orfen we got a rat. Orfen. But moce of the people who lived hereabouts was too tender stummicked for rats. Didn't seem to fancy 'em.
Don't leave them 'tatoes in that water so long! Why, child o' grace, don't you know yet, and you keepin' tavern, that soon's a potato is cooked it ought to be snatched out the pot and set to steamin', to get dry? Soggy potatoes gives you the dyspepsy and that's a disease I ain't sufferin' to catch. It makes folks so cross."
"Dere, Macco, you go get bucket of water, and scrape dem 'tatoes, and wash dem well," he said, pointing to the shady side of the ship, or rather what was then the shady side, for as she was continually moving round, that was as often shifting; indeed, so directly almost over our heads was the sun, that there was very little shade at all.
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