Didn't buy 'im fuh no work. I god, Ah bought dat varmint tuh let 'im rest. You didn't have enough gumption enough tuh do it.
Beat yuh tradin' dat time, Starks! Dat mule is liable tuh be dead befo' de week is out. You won't get no work outa him
It's so easy making yo' self out God Almighty when you ain't got nothin' tuh strain against but women and chickens.
You gettin' too moufy, Janie. Go fetch me de checker-board and de checkers.
She had cast down his empty armor before men and they had laughed, would keep laughing.
Wha-whut's dat you say, Janie? You must be out yo' head.
Yeah, Ah'm nearly forty and you'se already fifty. How come you can't talk about dat sometimes instead of always pointin' at me
Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the west. The great one who lived in the straight house like a platform without sides to it, and without a roof. What need has Death for a cover and what winds can blow against him? Poor Jody!
Before she slept that night she burnt up every one of her head rags and went about the house next morning with her hair in one thick braid swinging below her waist. That was the only change people saw in her.
How about playin' you in some checkers? You looks hard tuh beat.
Ah is, 'cause Ah can't play a lick.
Somebody wanted her to play. Somebody thought it was natural for her to play. That was even nice.