gyardin

Updated: June 6, 2025

"When I seed you, sah," Uncle Matt explained, "it all come back to me in a minnit, how you an' de Judge pass shots 'bout dat flag; how you axed him to a dinner-party, an' dar was a Confed'ate officer dar an' a Confed'ate flag hung up over de table, an' de Judge when he seed it he 'fused p'int blank to set down to de table, an' it ended in you goin' out in de gyardin' an' changin' shots."

Frances Hodgson Burnett - In Connection with the De Willoughby Claim

"Ain' he in de gyardin?" "No, he ain'. Does you KNOW whar he is? Bettah tell me de truf. Mout sabe you a heap ob trouble." "Des you min' yo' business, en doan cum trapesin' yere 'bout Chunk. You talks ez ef you own 'im." "Ole mars'r tinks he own 'im, en he des a yellin' fer 'im. De oberseer hollerin', too, en de lil niggahs runnin' yere, dar, en yander lookin' fer 'im. Yere one ob um now."

Edward Payson Roe - Miss Lou

'Has I retched my age, says ol' Mis' Scarlett, 'to have his fowls ruinin' my gyardin', an' him whut's a dunghill rooster himself flyin' ovah my fences unbeknownst? "'If there evah was a leather-hided ol' hen ripe foh roastin' on Beelzebub's own griddle, it's you, you gallows ol' witch! says Doctor, shakin' 'is fist up at her. "'Aha! I got a plain case! says ol' Mis', grim-like.

Marie Conway Oemler - A Woman Named Smith

Hence a song current among the negroes, the chorus of which was: "Run, nigger, run; patter-roller ketch you Run, nigger, run; hit's almos' day." "EF I don't run inter no mistakes," remarked Uncle Remus, as the little boy came tripping in to see him after supper, "Mr. Tukkey Buzzard wuz gyardin' de holler whar Brer Rabbit went in at, en w'ich he come out un."

Joel Chandler Harris - Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings

But all dem things ain't 'nuf ter make apple-trees grow in my gyardin like as dey was corn-field peas." "Dat's so," said 'Bijah, reflectively. "Dat's too much to spec' ob any man. But how's you gwine ter sell de apples if you ain't got 'em?" "I's got ter git em," said Grandison. "Dar's apples 'nuf growin' roun' an' not so fur away dat I can't tote 'em ter my house in a bahsket.

Frank Richard Stockton - Amos Kilbright; His Adscititious Experiences

She's down at de bahn now, blowin' up Plez fur gwine to sleep when he was a shellin' de cohnfiel' peas. An' when she's got froo wid him she's got a bone to pick wid Uncle Isham 'bout de gyardin'. 'Tain't no use waitin' fur ole miss. She nebber do come when de bell rings. She come when she git ready, an' not afore."

Frank Richard Stockton - The Late Mrs. Null