"Vingo, do you think my father will ever go to sea again?" "I don't know, young massa; but why you tink ob dat?" "O, I have often thought I would like to go with my father away over the great ocean.

"I knows we allers tinks of a home as a place where dere is good times, an' dere don't seem much good times goin' for some of us in dis worl', but dere ain't no call fer us ter spec' ter be better off dan our Lord, an ef we'se feedin' on de Lord Jesus all de time we won't min' ef de worl's bread is scarce; de soul ain't dependin' on dem tings fer nourishmen' an' de Lord Jesus makes de hard bed easy an' de coarse food taste good.

I tinks about ole miss gwine away an' comin' back.