What I want is ter ask yew jest one question: Whar, whar on 'arth kin we look fer a decent behavin' ole man ef not in a Old Ladies' Hum?

What I want is ter ask yew jest one question: Whar, whar on 'arth kin we look fer a decent behavin' ole man ef not in a Old Ladies' Hum?

whar he got de sap ter 'n'int his head withered en turned yaller en died, Henry died too,des went out sorter like a cannel.

whar she wuz gwine.

En w'eneber any er de boys en gals 'ud 'mence ter git sweet on one ernudder, he 'd sell one er de yuther un 'em, er sen' 'em way down in Robeson County ter his yuther plantation, whar dey could n' nebber see one ernudder.

whar I come fum.

He went right 'long by de patteroles, en dey did n' 'pear ter notice 'im, en bimeby he foun' whar de strange nigger was kep', en he walked right pas' de gyard at de do' en foun' 'im. De nigger could n' see 'im, ob co'se, en he could n' 'a' seed de nigger in de da'k, ef it had n' be'n fer de stuff Aun' Peggy gun 'im ter rub on 'is eyes.

Whar is de mule?' "'Des 'roun' heah back

Dey wuz a medder on de plantation whar dey use' ter put de hosses en mules ter pastur'.

whar 'Dolphus lef' de mule a-stan'in', en right in front er de press dey wuz a tub er grape-juice, des pressed out, en a little ter one side a bairl erbout half full er wine w'at had be'n stan'in' two er th'ee days, en had begun ter git sorter sha'p ter de tas'e.

W'en Sally come in a little later fum de big house, whar she 'd be'n waitin' on de w'ite folks, she foun' po' Dan nigh 'bout dead, he wuz so skeered.

De cunjuh man say his daddy wuz a king, er a guv'ner, er some sorter w'at-you-may-call-'em 'way ober yander in Affiky whar de niggers come fum, befo' he was stoled erway en sol' ter de spekilaters.

whar he could n' git it kyoed up straight, 'stidder comin' long home

whar a doctor could 'a' 'tended ter it.

whar we can't see nuffin.

"'I'll take a thousan' dollahs fer dat hoss,' sez dis yer man, who had a big plantation down to'ds Wim'l'ton, whar he raise' hosses fer ter race en ter sell.

whar he wuz gwine ter raise a thousan' dollahs; en he did n' see des how he could do it, fer he owed ez much ez he could borry a'ready on de skyo'ity he could gib.

I's gwine ter Bladen County, whar my plantation is, en

"So little Mose flewed, en flewed, en flewed away, 'tel bimeby he got ter de place whar Sis' Becky b'longed.

whar he wuz bawn.

ter take it 'way down yander whar Sis' Becky wuz, en drap it right

ter lib 'tel she got back whar she could see little Mose once mo'.

whar she wuz gwine, dis yer man wa'n't

whar he kep' his cha'm.

"'En yo' thighs is des raw whar de spurrers has be'n driv' in you,' sez de cunjuh man.