human
Lawd, my Lawd ! whispered the mother,
gpt
Chain' to de rock, an' yit sa-ave at las'!
human
Miss Maud, dass a tryin' sawt o' sto'y to tell to a bunch o' po' niggehs; did you dess make dat up--fo' us?
gpt
Why, Hester, I said,
human
and the eyes of all four were on me as the daughter asked:
gpt
Ain't it in de Bi-ible?
human
I don' care, I b'lieb dat be'n in de Bible an' git drap out by mista-ake!
gpt
How bu'ful 'pon de mountain is dem wha' funnish good tidin's! She leaned her forehead on my insteps:
human
Us bleeged to paht some day, Miss Maud.
gpt
Cayn't no two people count fo' sho' on stayin' togetheh al'ays in dis va-ain worl',