De ole woman done gone to glory more'n ten years ago, and de boys done growed up and gone off.

No, sar; dis nigger got no family." "Then you don't care to stay here, where you have to work hard for little money ?" suggested Christy.
"Money! Don't see no money.

Nobody but white folks got any money; and dey has next to noffin in dese times." "I will pay you well for any information that may be of importance to me, and I will take you on board of a man-of-war farther down the bay, if you are afraid of losing your head." "If dis nigger told some stories he lose his head for sartin," added Quimp, shaking his head, as if to make sure that it safely rested on his shoulders.
"If you tell me the truth, you shall be protected." "Wot you want to know, massa ?" demanded Quimp, as though he was weakening in his resolution.
Christy could not help wondering why the boatman had come out from behind the key, if he was not willing to impart his knowledge to the officer of the boat, for he could not help understanding the object of the gunboats in visiting the bay; and the Bellevite lay not half a mile below the northern end of what Quimp called the long key.
"I want to know if there are any steamers or other vessels in the bay," replied Christy, coming directly to the point.

"If there are any, we shall find them; but you can save us the trouble of looking for them." "How much you gwine to gib me, massa, if I told you ?" asked the negro, as he walked between the men on the thwarts to the stern sheets, in order to be nearer to the officer.
"I will give you ten dollars if you will be sure and tell me the truth." "Dis nigger don't never told no lies, massa," protested Quimp.

"If you pay me five dollars for de boat you done stove, and"-- "But you said the boat was worth only two dollars," interposed the officer.
"Dat's de gospel truf, massa; but it costs me five dollars to get a new boat, to say noffin about de time.