human
Welt, ez I wuz a-sayin', he continued to Dudley, resuming his seat,
gpt
Indeed they do. It is more interesting than a romance. But tell me, how did you acquire so many negroes? You surely didn't bring them with you?
human
Lawd, no! Why, we wuz pore ez Job's turkey, an' hardly owned a shut to our backs, let 'lone niggahs. Aftah the country wuz more cl'ared up, folks moved in frum Virginny an' even Pennsylvany, an' brought slaves with 'em. Then the Yankee dealers begun to fotch 'em in an' sell 'em at Lexin'ton an' Louisville an' Limestone. Rube an' Dink wuz the fust I owned--bought 'em o' ole Jake Bledsoe in the spring o' '87. Now I own nigh on to twenty darkeys, big an' little. The place is fairly runnin' ovah with the lazy imps, an' it keeps me an' Cynthy Ann on the tight jump frum sun-up tell dark lookin' aftah 'em.
gpt
How long have you owned Uncle Tony? He talks like a Virginia darkey.
human
So he is. He's not only frum my own State, but frum my county an' town--ole Lawsonville. Cynthy Ann 'lows Tony's done got the measure o' my foot, an' thet I spile him dreadful. I reckon I hev got a sneakin' likin' fur his ole black hide; but whut could you expaict when he's the only pusson, black or white, I've laid eyes on frum Lawsonville sence I run away to Car'liny nigh thirty year ago? I'll tell you sometime how I happened on Tony; hain't time now, fur I smell the bacon a-fryin', an' I reckon suppah'll be dished up in no time now.
gpt
Did I understand you to say Uncle Tony was from Lawsonville?
human
Egzactly! Do you know the place?
gpt
Why, it's my native town,
human
Whut! exclaimed Rogers.
gpt
Shake agin, suh, striding over to Dudley, who also had risen.
human
Then you're jes' lak my own kin frum this time on. Frum Lawsonville!
gpt
Say, he continued eagerly, after a moment's silence,
human
addressing the little boy who was passing the door of the room,
gpt
he said to Dudley, as he went to the cupboard for a glass, sugar, and a demijohn of whiskey.
human
Tell me, is ole Jeems Little still livin'? He usetah keep the red tavern in the middle uv the town. An' say, whut's become o' Si Johnson an' Mack Truman? We wuz boys together, an' many's the game we've--Good Lawd! he broke off joyfully as he mixed the toddy,
gpt
I hain't been so happy sence the day I wuz convarted an' chased the devil outen the persimmon-tree!
human
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