human
Now, den, Massa, said the old man,
gpt
We want something to eat, and we want to cross the Savannah River,
human
W'en did ye hab anyt'ing to eat las', honey?
gpt
De Lord bress ye, honey, ye mus' be mos' starved!
human
See here, Bob, you an' Jim take dese men out in de cornfield an' hide 'em. Mary, you go an' made dem some brof an' chicken fixin's. Ole Massa may come down heah, an' de debbil 'd be to pay, 'fore we know it. Den we'll see 'bout crossin' de ribber. I tell ye de Lord sent dese men heah to be took keer of, an' we're gwine to do it.