Dey'd only be gittin' back what dey's been a doin' to us." "Marster Robert war nebber bad to me.

An' I beliebs in stannin' by dem dat stans by you.

Arter Miss Anna died, I had great 'sponsibilities on my shoulders; but I war orful lonesome, an' thought I'd like to git a wife.

But dere warn't a gal on de plantation, an' nowhere's roun', dat filled de bill.

So I jis' waited, an' 'tended to Marse Robert till he war ole 'nough to go to college.