Any negro enjoys being questioned because he enjoys not answering questions. Most of all he enjoys any puzzling exercise of his mother wit.
"A bushy woods?"
"Yes, a bushy woods."
"What do you want with a bushy woods?"
"I want to find where there is one."
The negro hesitated: "there's a bushy woods about four miles out."
"Is it on the pike?"
"On the pike! Did you ever see a bushy woods on the pike? It's beside the pike."
"Right side or left side?"