Yes, suh. He looks all right, replied the colored man who was leading him with a piece of rope.
He looks like a pointer.
Yes, suh. Dat’s what he look like. But dat ain’ what he is. He’s a disappointer.
A colored parson, calling upon one of his flock, found the object of his visit out in the back yard working among his hen-coops. He noticed with surprise that there were no chickens.
Why, Brudder Brown, he asked, whar’re all yo’ chickens?
Huh, grunted Brother Brown, without looking up, some fool nigger lef de do’ open and dey all went home.
Rev. Mr. Heavyweight (who has just read Peter’s denial of Christ)—What are you so thoughtful about, Uncle ’Rastus?