I ain't nuber hyeard uv his meddlin' wid nuffin' fum dat time
ter dis, but, I tell yer, in de hot summer nights, wen he hatter drag
dat flat tail uv his'n atter him ev'ywhar he go, 'stid er havin' er
nice handy tail wat he kin turn ober his back like er squ'l, I lay
yer, mun, he's wusht er many er time he'd er kep' his dev'lment ter
hisse'f, an' let dem frogs erlone."
Here Daddy Jake happened to look down, and he caught Polly nodding.
"Oh yes!" said the old man, "yer may nod; dat's des wat's de matter
wid de niggers now, dem sleepy-head ways wat dey got is de cazhun uv
dey hyar bein' kunkt up an' dey skins bein' black."
"Is that what makes it, Daddy?" asked Diddie, much interested.
"Ub cose hit is," replied Daddy. "Ef'n de nigger hadn't ben so
sleepy-headed, he'd er ben white, an' his hyar'd er ben straight des
like yourn. Yer see, atter de Lord make 'im, den he lont him up 'gins
de fence-corner in de sun fur ter dry; an' no sooner wuz de Lord's
back turnt, an' de sun 'gun ter come out kin'er hot, dan de nigger he
'gun ter nod, an' er little mo'n he wuz fas' ter sleep. Well, wen de
Lord sont atter 'im fur ter finish uv 'im up, de angel couldn't fin'
'im, caze he didn't know de zack spot whar de Lord sot 'im; an' so he
hollered an' called, an' de nigger he wuz 'sleep, an' he nuber hyeard
'im; so de angel tuck de white man, an' cyard him 'long, an' de Lord
polished uv 'im off.
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