I did, mos' sholy.

Mars Sid, I FELT um--I FELT um, sah; dey was all over me.

Dad fetch it, I jis' wisht I could git my han's on one er dem witches jis' wunst--on'y jis' wunst--it's all I'd ast.

But mos'ly I wisht dey'd lemme 'lone, I does." Tom says: "Well, I tell you what I think.

What makes them come here just at this runaway nigger's breakfast-time?
It's because they're hungry; that's the reason.