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Updated: June 24, 2025
Marse Edward, don' you laugh kaze mammy done fergit you ain' er baby still " Edward hugged her. "One night in the trenches, not long ago, I swear I heard you singing, mammy! I couldn't sleep. And at last I said, 'I'll put my head in mammy's lap, and she'll sing me The Buzzards and the Butterflies and I'll go to sleep. I did it, and I went off like a baby Well, Julius, and how are you?"
Well, senor," as he seated himself on the side of the bed and laid his fingers upon my pulse, "you are looking rather more like a living being than you were twenty-four hours ago. Mammy's medicines are simply marvellous, I will say that for them, although the old witch will not tell me of what they are composed. Um! yes; eyes bright almost too bright pulse strong but decidedly too quick.
"Oh, mammy's pretty well," shouted Polly into the old lady's ear; "and to-morrow's her birthday!" "To-morrow'll be a bad day!" said grandma. "Oh, don't never say that. You mustn't borrow trouble, child." "I didn't," said Polly; "I mean it's her birthday, grandma!" this last so loud that grandma's cap-border vibrated perceptibly. "The land's sakes 'tis!" cried Mrs.
She slept almost without stirring for a whole hour, and then, feeling the light on her eyes, she blinked her long lashes, rubbed them with her fists, and stretched out her fat legs. Next she looked up into mammy's face, as she thought, expecting the smile which always waited for her there; but it was not mammy's face, or anything like it.
"De songs we used to sing in old days when I was a kid after de War wasn't no purtier dan what we used to sing wid our own minstrel show when we was at our best twenty-five and thirty years ago; songs like 'Jungletown, 'Red Wing, and 'Mammy's Li'l Alabama Coon. Our circuit used to be around Holla Bend, Dover, Danville, Ola, Charleston, Nigger Ridge, out from Pottsville, and we usually starred off at the old opery house in Russellville, of course.
Us always call her 'Granny. She say dey stole her back in Virginny an' brung 'er to Mississippi an' sol' her to Marse Berry. Her name was Hannah. She was my mammy's Mammy. I don' 'member nothin' 'bout my pappy's folks 'cause I never seen none of' em. "Old Marster was a rich man for dat day. He had a sawmill, a cotton gin, an' a gris' mill. Us always had plenty t'eat an' wear.
I bin see some uv dese vay people's daddies" Mammy used this word advisedly "kayin' their vittles in a tin bucket to their work; that what I bin see." I was shaving during this monologue of Mammy's, with my back to her. A sudden exclamation of the name of the Lord made me start around and endanger my nose.
"Whatever in all this world," exclaimed Mother Pepper, grasping her baby tightly. "There there Phronsie, don't cry, Mammy's here." "Oh, Mamsie Mamsie!" mourned Polly, tugging at the knots in the clothes-line. Davie scuttled over to Mother Pepper and tried to get within her arms, too. "Our bread!" screamed Joel, in a rage, and kicking at the knots. "Let me up! I'm going after him.
"But she has got other folks, hasn't she?" Rose asked. "You'd think so! Grandchildren by the score," replied the older Armatage girl, laughing. "Sneezer had lots of older brothers and sisters, and they most all have married and live about here and have big families. The grandchildren are running in and out of mammy's cabin all the time.
"I ain't a-begging you," cried Billy contemptuously, "you can set on yo' mammy's grass where you is, an' be good from now tell Jedgement Day an' 'twon't make no change in my business."
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