I ain't a-going to tell, and I ain't a-going back there, anyways.

So, now, le's know all about it." "Well, you see, it 'uz dis way.

Ole missus--dat's Miss Watson--she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans.

But I noticed dey wuz a nigger trader roun' de place considable lately, en I begin to git oneasy.

Well, one night I creeps to de do' pooty late, en de do' warn't quite shet, en I hear old missus tell de widder she gwyne to sell me down to Orleans, but she didn' want to, but she could git eight hund'd dollars for me, en it 'uz sich a big stack o' money she couldn' resis'.