An' when it nearly come 'pon twelve Tiger creep out under the floor commence to sing:—
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Leah! Leah! tingaling, You no yerry you honey, tingaling? You sugar de a door, tingaling, You honey de a door, tingaling. |
An' Leah say:—"Hé! Hé! it is not my mother dat."
An' Tiger shame, gone under the house back, voice too coarse.
Presently his mother is up, sing with a very sweet voice:—
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Leah! Leah! tingaling, You no yerry you honey, tingaling? Honey de a door, tingaling, Sugar de a door, tingaling. |
An' the door open, an' she go in give her daughter him breakfas'.
An' her daughter hug her up an' kiss her, an' he commence to tell her mother that him hear a great rolling like groun' shaking while ago outside, an' it make her frighten to deat'. She tell her mumma she would like to go home with her back.