"Why, man," said the tourist, "you ought to be able to make lots of money shipping green corn to the northern market."
"Yes, I otter," was the sullen reply.
"You have the land, I suppose, and can get the seed."
"Yes, I guess so."
"Then why don't you go into the speculation?"
"No use, stranger," sadly replied the cracker, "the old woman is too lazy to do the plowin' and plantin'."
While the train was waiting on a side track down in Georgia, one of the passengers walked over to a cabin near the track, in front of which sat a cracker dog, howling. The passenger asked a native why the dog was howling.
"Hookworm," said the native. "He's lazy."
"But," said the stranger, "I was not aware that the hookworm is painful."