Didn't touch his ole grandmother; she's here yet.

Tell you, Death loves 'em wid de red cheeks and bright eyes." Phillis did not reply, and the old woman talked on as if to herself.
"Thinks thar's nothin bad but what comes to niggers; aint I had nuff trouble widout Death.

I aint forgot de time I was hauled away from home.
Cuss him, 'twas a black man done it; he told me he'd smash my brains out if I made a sound.

Dragged along till I come to de river; thar he sold me.

I was pushed in long wid all de rest of 'em, crying and howlin--gwine away for good and all.