On the Plantation: A Story of a Georgia Boy's Adventures during the War

by Joel Chandler Harris

“Johnny didn’t know whether to laugh er cry, but he helt the acorn to his ear, an’ he heard sumpin’ er other on the inside holler out:

“‘Why don’t you hold my house so I can talk out’n my window?’

“‘I don’t see no window,’ says Johnny, sorter shakin’ a little, bekase the Watchermacollum talked like it was mad. ‘Is thish here worm-hole your window?’

“’Tooby shore it is,’ say the Whatshisname, ’it’s my window an’ my front door, an’ my peazzer.’

“‘Why, it ain’t bigger than the pint of a pin,’ says Johnny.

“‘But ef it wuzn’t big enough,’ say the—er—Watchermacollum, ‘I’d make it bigger.’

“‘What is your name?’ says Johnny.

“‘Ningapie.’

“‘It’s a mighty funny name,’ says Johnny. ‘Where did you come from?’