“De niggers was ’lowed to hab a li’l patch of dey own, dat dey could wuk
at night an’ Sat’day ebenin’! What dey make on dis patch was dey’n, an’
Ole Marster pay ’em money for hit. Nobody didn’t make de niggers wuk dey
patches—iffen dey want de grass to took ’em, dat’s all right wid Ole
Marster. Ole Martser hab a big gyarden, ’mos’ big as a fiel’, whar dey
raise greens an’ collards an’ turnups fer de whole place.



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