Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 239 11 Very Easy Ponchus Pilut _ust_ to be Ist a _Slave_, an' now he's _free_. Slaves wuz on'y ist before The War wuz-an' _ain't_ no more. He works on our place fer us,- An' comes here-_sometimes_ he does. He shocks corn an' shucks it. -An' He makes hominy "by han'! "- Wunst he bringed us some, one trip, Tied up in a piller-slip: Pa says, when Ma cooked it, "MY! This-here's gooder'n you _buy_!" Ponchus _pats_ fer me an' sings; An' he says _funny_ things! Ponchus calls a dish a "_deesh_"- Yes, an' _he_ calls fishes "_feesh_"! When Ma want him eat wiv us He says, "Skuse me-'deed you mus'! - Ponchus know' good manners, Miss. - He ain' eat wher' White-folks is!" 'Lindy takes _his_ dinner out Wher' he's workin'-roun' about. - Wunst he et his dinner spread In our ole wheelborry-bed. _Ponchus Pilut_ says "_'at's_ not His _right_ name,-an' done fergot What his _sho'-'nuff_ name is now- An' don' matter none _no_how!" Yes, an' Ponchus he'ps Pa, too, When our _butcherin's_ to do, An' scalds hogs-an' says, "Take care 'Bout it, er you'll _set the hair_!" Yes, an' out in our back-yard He he'ps 'Lindy rendur lard; An', wite in the fire there, he Roast' a pigtail wunst fer me. - An' ist nen th'ole tavurn-bell Rung, down-town, an' he says, "Well! - Hear dat! _Lan' o' Caanan_, Son, Ain't dat bell say ‘_Pigtail done! _' -‘_Pigtail done! _ _Go call Son! -_ _Tell dat_ _Chile dat_ _Pigtail done! _" End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
Ponchus Pilut _ust_ to be Ist a _Slave_, an' now he's _free_. Slaves wuz on'y ist before The War wuz-an' _ain't_ no more.
He works on our place fer us,- An' comes here-_sometimes_ he does. He shocks corn an' shucks it. -An' He makes hominy "by han'! "-
Wunst he bringed us some, one trip, Tied up in a piller-slip: Pa says, when Ma cooked it, "MY! This-here's gooder'n you _buy_!"
Ponchus _pats_ fer me an' sings; An' he says _funny_ things! Ponchus calls a dish a "_deesh_"- Yes, an' _he_ calls fishes "_feesh_"!
When Ma want him eat wiv us He says, "Skuse me-'deed you mus'! - Ponchus know' good manners, Miss. - He ain' eat wher' White-folks is!"
'Lindy takes _his_ dinner out Wher' he's workin'-roun' about. - Wunst he et his dinner spread In our ole wheelborry-bed.
_Ponchus Pilut_ says "_'at's_ not His _right_ name,-an' done fergot What his _sho'-'nuff_ name is now- An' don' matter none _no_how!"
Yes, an' Ponchus he'ps Pa, too, When our _butcherin's_ to do, An' scalds hogs-an' says, "Take care 'Bout it, er you'll _set the hair_!"
Yes, an' out in our back-yard He he'ps 'Lindy rendur lard; An', wite in the fire there, he Roast' a pigtail wunst fer me. -
An' ist nen th'ole tavurn-bell Rung, down-town, an' he says, "Well! - Hear dat! _Lan' o' Caanan_, Son, Ain't dat bell say ‘_Pigtail done! _'
