“Hush yo’self, black boy, lean yo’self on my breas’, Talk like that and paterollers’ll git you, Swinge you all to bits with a blacksnake whip, Squinch-owl carry yo’ talk to de paterollers, It ain’t safe to talk like that.” “I got to, woman, I got a feelin’ in my heart.” “Den you set on dat feelin’! Never heard you talk so in all my born days! Ain’t we got a good cabin here?” “Sho’, we got a good cabin.” “Ain’t we got good vittles, ain’t old Mistis kind to us?” “Sho’ we got good vittles, and ole Mistis she’s kind. I’se mighty fond of ole Mistis.” “Den what you talkin’, You brash fool-nigger?” “I just got a feelin’, woman. Ole Marse Billy, he’s goin’ away tomorrow, Marse Clay, he’s goin’ with him to fight de Yankees, All of ’em goin’, yes suh.” “And what if dey is?”