And now she did speak. She motioned with her fan as though it had been a baton of authority, and in impatient tones she said:
“Go on, nigger, git hung—git hung!”
§ 15 When the Dawn of Understanding Came
The caller was undeniably large. When he walked he rippled and one had the feeling that should he sit down suddenly he’d splash.
He wallowed into the office of a lawyer in the foothills of the Tennessee mountains and stated that he desired to bring suit against a neighbor for ten thousand dollars’ damages on account of libel.
“How did he libel you?” asked the lawyer.
“Well, suh,” stated the aggrieved party, “he up an’ called me a hippopotamus—that’s wut he done, consarn his picture!”
“When did he call you this name?”
“It’s a’ goin’ on two years ago.”
“When did you first hear about it?”