His fadder name was Timothy, an' his mudder name was Mary.

One ob de preachers was a-tellin' about ole mudder Ebe a-eatin' de apple, and says he: De sarpint fus' come along wid a red apple, an' says he: 'You gib dis yer to your husban', an' he think it so mighty good dat when he done eat it he gib you anything you ax him fur, ef you tell him whar de tree is.'

De sarpint he done fotch mudder Ebe seben apples, an' ebery one she take a bite out of gib her a debbil.

Dat beats my mudder!

" "Wot'll my mudder say, w'en she gits de news?

Dat ar angel hab grat hansum eyes, an' she tole me she war yer mudder; an' dat she war gwine to be wid yer allers, cause twar de will ob de Lord.

" "She and she mudder dead long ago," said Isham.

"Dat's your own mudder's good chile!"

Dat was when I went ober dar wid Miss Rob's mudder when de two fam'lys was fren's.

Now, I wants yo to be nice; and yo can't, lessen yo can read and talk like de Captain done tole me yo mudder done.

"My mudder and pappy neither one of em could read or write, but I went to school.

Daddy's name was Dick, and mudder's was Ann Potter.

Mudder's been dead about eighteen years.

Praise de Lawd!") "My mudder was sold once for a hundud dollahs and once ag'in for thirty-eight hundud dollahs.

"Used to hear my mudder talk about de Ku Klux Klan puttin' cotton between her toes and whuppin' her, and dat's de way dey done us young'uns when we didn't behave.

"Yes, I mind my mudder tellin' many a time about dem Klan-men, and how dey whupped white women to make em give up de money dey had hid, and how dey used to burn dey feet.

Dat ar' boy trains roun' arter his mudder like a cosset, he does.

'Tell ye, dat ar' boy honors his fader and mudder,

'He fodder was Irish and he mudder American,' he say; 'I be'n born aboard a Dutch brig in French waters.

"Who looked arter you when you war sole from your farder and mudder, an' neber seed dem

wen he war threatnin' to hit your mudder.

De wuss thing she eber did war ta sell your mudder, an' she wouldn't hab done dat

"Yes," said Aunt Linda, "his fadder war killed by the Secesh, one night, comin' home from a politic meetin', an' his pore mudder died a few weeks arter, an' we mean to make a man ob him.

yore mudder war a likely gal, wid long black hair, an' kine ob ginger-bread color.

I specs her mudder's heart's mighty hungry fer her.