“Why, wha’ you tink dese tory say to me, Brough?”
“Wha’ he say, woman?”
“He say he gwine gib me hundred lash ef I no get he breckkus (breakfast) by day peep in de morning!”
“De tory wha’ put hick’ry ’pon your back, chicken, he hab answer to Brough.”
“You will fight for me, Brough?”
“Wid gun and bagnet, my chicken.”
“Ah, I blieb you, Brough; you was always lub me wid you’ sperrit!”
“Enty you blieb? You will see some day! You got ’noder piece of bacon in de pot, Mimy? Dis hom’ny ’mos’ too dry in de t’roat.”
“Leetle piece.”
“Gi’ me.”