A negro who stood watching me said: "White man, are you throwing them clothes away ?" "I certainly am," I replied.
"Why, them underclothes is northern underclothes.

Them's woolen clothes.
Them's the kind of underclothes I like." "You wouldn't like that bunch of underclothes," I said.
"Why not ?" "Because if you look in the seams you will find something that is unseemly.

I've been out in a levee camp." "Hush mah mouf, white man," laughed the negro.

"Them little things would never bother a Louisiana nigger.

Why we have them things with us all the time.