He war allers blusterin', cussin', and swearin' at somebody.

Marse Robert ain't a bit like him.

He takes right arter his mother.

Bad as ole Marster war, I think she jis' lob'd de groun' he walked on.

Well, women's mighty curious kind of folks anyhow.
I sometimes thinks de wuss you treats dem de better dey likes you." "Well," said Tom, a little impatiently, "what's yer gwine to do?
Is yer gwine wid us, ef yer gits a chance ?" "Now, jes' you hole on till I gits a chance to tell yer why I'se gwine to stay." "Well, Uncle Daniel, let's hear it," said Robert.
"I was jes' gwine to tell yer when Tom put me out.