"Dey's all clo'es and no body, like some w'ite folks I know on.

I don't mean de Kinzers.

Dey's all got body nuff." And yet that inlet had a name and reputation of its own for crabs.

There was a wide reach of shallow water, inside the southerly point at the mouth, where, over several hundred acres of muddy flats, the depth varied from three and a half to eight feet, with the ebb and flow of the tides.

That was a sort of perpetual crab-pasture; and there it was that Dick Lee determined to expend his energies that Saturday.
Very likely there would be other crabbers on the flats; but Dick was not the boy to object to that, provided none of them should notice the change in his raiment.