Well, yes, sir, dat am a comical name—
It are so, for a fac’—
But I knowed one, down in Ferginyer,
Could ’a’ toted dat on its back.
“What was it?” I ’m gwine to tell you—
’T was mons’us long ago:
’T was “Ashcake,” sah; an’ all on us...
Sarvent, marster! Yes, sah, dat ’s me—
Ole Unc’ Gabe ’s my name;
I thankee, Marster, I ’m ’bout, yo’ see.
“An’ de ole ’ooman?” She ’s much de same,
Po’ly an’ ’plainin’, thank de Lord!
But de Marster ’s gwine ter come back from ’broad.
“Fine...
