De oberseers, arter dey foun' out who he war, gin'rally gabe him a wide birth.

I specs his father war some ole Guinea king." "Well, chillen," said Uncle Daniel, "we's kept up dis meeting long enough.

We'd better go home, and not all go one way, cause de patrollers might git us all inter trouble, an' we must try to slip home by hook or crook." "An' when we meet again, Uncle Daniel can finish his story, an' be ready to go with us," said Robert.
"I wish," said Tom Anderson, "he would go wid us, de wuss kind.".