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Updated: June 27, 2025
Old mistress used to send me to her mother to keep the Judge from whippin' me. Old Judge say 'Nigger need whippin' whether he do anything or not. "Some of the hands run away. Old Henry run away and hide in the swamp and say he goin' stay till he bones turn white. But he come back when he get hongry and then he run away again.
If I wuz ole Brer Wolf en you wuz a young rabbit, I wouldn't git hongry 'nuff fer ter eat you, caze you's too bony." "Did Brother Wolf want to eat the young rabbit, Uncle Remus?" inquired the little boy. "Ain't I done tole you 'bout dat, honey? Des run over in yo' min' en see ef I ain't." The youngster shook his head.
The water had curled his hair into riotous yellow ringlets, his bright eyes gleamed, his beautiful, expressive little face shone happily, and every movement of his agile, lithe figure was grace itself. "I sho' is hongry," he remarked, as he took his seat at the breakfast table.
He spoke in a low voice, that what he said might not reach the ears of the little ragamuffin who trudged by his side. Abram looked down on the child with a sympathetic heart. "What made you steal dem cakes?" he asked kindly. "I was hongry," was the simple reply.
Yas, suh, 'cause why?" retorted Zachariah, exercising a privilege derived from long and faithful service. "'Cause Miss Viola she done got yo' all bewitched. Can't fool dis yere nigger. Wha' fo' is yo' all feelin' dis yere way 'bout yo' own sister? Yas, suh, Ah done had my eyes open all de time, suh. Yo' all was goin' 'round lookin' like a hongry dog, 'spectin' Yas, suh!
Returning a few minutes later she found him sitting astride the churn, using the dasher so vigorously that buttermilk was splashing in every direction, and singing in a clear, sweet voice: "He'll feed you when you's naked, The orphan stear he'll dry, He'll clothe you when you's hongry An' take you when you die." Miss Minerva jerked him off with no gentle hand.
He lines in en he talk politics same like t'er fokes, twel bimeby dinnertime come 'roun', en dey ax 'im up, w'ich 'greed wid his stummuck, en he pozzit his bag underneed de table 'longside de udder bags w'at de hongry fokes'd brung. "No sooner did de blacksmif git back on de groun' dan he 'gun ter wuk his way outer de bag. He crope out, he did, en den he tuck'n change de bag.
"I seen him givin' 'em something." "'Twas only a little mite o' terbacker," the man explained. "They'uns said they'uns was mouty hongry, and wanted t' know if I'd anything t' eat. I hadn't nothing, but I done had a little terbacker, which I tole 'em'd take away the hongry feelin', and I gin each o' they'uns a lettle chaw." "I shouldn't wonder but he's tellin' the truth," Shorty whispered to Si.
I'spect you sleep all day only I mak' beeg noise." "Good morning!" Rouletta's voice was muffled. As if repeating a lesson, she ran on: "Yes, I feel fine. I had a dandy sleep; didn't cough and my lungs don't hurt. And no bad dreams. So I want to get up. There! I'm well." "You hongry, too, I bet, eh?" "Oh, I'm dying. And my nose it won't work." Doret shouted his laughter. "You wait.
"When de chile git hongry, you git dat sweeten water off de shelf and gie it to him long wid his bread;" then adds, with a suspicion of tenderness upon her comely face; "I gwine fetch you some pie."
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