“Yas, sar.”
“Show how you’re happy.”
Here the boy rubbed his stomach, and grinning with delight, said, “Yummy! yummy! plenty belly full.”
“That’s what I call a real happy feelosophical chap,” quoth the Captain. “I guess you’ve got a lot in your country can’t pat their stomachs and say, ‘yummy, yummy, plenty belly full?’”
“Where did he get those marks on his face?”
“Oh, them? Wall, it’s a way them nigger women has of marking their children to know them; isn’t it, Bully?”
“Yas, sar! me ’spose so!”
“And on his chest!”
“Wall, r’ally I do b’l’eve them’s marks agin the smallpox.”