Kent's so cussed mean, I don't b'lieve he'd 'low his flowers ground to grow in if he could help hisself.

If Miss Nannie'd let him, he'd string them niggers of hers up, and wallop their gizzards out of 'em.

I hate these Abolitioners.

I knows 'em,--I knows their pedigree." "Much you know about 'em," said Phillis, who was shaking the dew drops off her "morning glory." "I knows enuff of 'em--I reckon Miss Nannie do, about dis time.

De ole gentleman did right, any how, when he lef 'em all to her--if he hadn't, dat feller would a sold 'em all off to Georgia 'fore this, and a runn'd off wid de money." "Well," said Phillis, "you'd better mind your own affairs; come in and eat your breakfast, if you want any, for I aint going to keep it standin there all day, drawing the flies." Bacchus kicked his slippers off and stumbled into a chair beside the table.
"I'll swar," said he, after a glance at the fried ham and eggs, "if ever a man had to eat sich cookin as dis.