"I can recollect hearin' the folks hollerin' when the Yankees come through and singin' this old cornfield song 'I'm a goin' away tomorrow Hoodle do, hoodle do.'

Dey would start singin' an' shoutin' 'bout sein' fire an' brimstone; den dey would sing some mo' an' look plum sanctified.

"Sounds like that ole piano was just singin' its heart out all by itself," he said.

And pattin' a pizen viper and callin' it "angel" and singin' the Doxology over it hain't goin' to change its nater, its nater is to sting, and its bite is death.

He has that little shop, next dur; an' he keeps sellin' a bit o' toffy, an' then singin' a bit, an' then sellin' a bit moor toffy,an' he's as happy as a pig amung slutch.

I must,' She was sort of singin' the words: 'I don't dare, I don't dare, but I must.'

When dark come, de men folks would hang up a wash pot, bottom up'ards, in de little brush church-house us had, so's it would catch de noise an' de oberseer wouldn' hear us singin' an' shoutin'.