da-a-vie

Updated: May 6, 2025

Stripping the twigs from a switch, she mutters: "I knows what you's arter; you tuck yoursef to dat watermillion patch, dat whar you gone; but ne' mine, boy, you jest le' me git hold o' you." Then, after a time given to unsuccessful search, calls of "Da-a-vie oh, oh, Dave!" fall upon the stillness, to be answered only by weird echo from the lonely swamp.

Margaret Devereux - Plantation Sketches