“Search him!”
But they found nothing.
Then the Dutchman spied old Joe, dressed in his best suit.
“Hello, you tam plack nigger! Vot for you haf some fine shoes on your tam plack feet?”
Old Joe looked bewildered.
“Zhuck off dem poots.”
“Marster, sholy you ain’t gwine ter take mah onliest pair o’ boots?”
“Zhuck off dem poots, I tell you. Look at dees!” and his bayonet came alarmingly near Joe’s head. So the darky sat down regretfully and pulled his boots off.
“Ach, py tam, vot for a nigger haf zocks, dagleich? Zhuck dem off oncest!”
“Laws a-massy, you sholy ain’ gwine take mah socks, too, is you, marster?”