Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, October 30, 1841 by Various
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commencement of ireful expostulations generally runs as follows:--
"Look here! you d--m black nigger; what you do dat for, Sar?" "Hoo you call black, Sar? D--m, as white as you, Sar; any day, Sar. You nigger, Sar!" "Look here agin; don't you call me a nigger, Sar. Now, don't you do it." "Why not?" "Neber mind; I've told you on it, so don't you go to do it no more, you mighty low black, cos if you do put my dander up, and make me wrasey, I rader guess I'll smash in your nigger's head, like a bust-up egg-shell. Ise a ring-tailed roarer, I tell you!" "Reckon I'm a Pottomus. Don't you go to put my steam up; d--d if don't bust and scald you out. I'm nothing but a snorter--a pretty considerable tarnation long team, and a couple of horses to spare; so jest be quiet, I tell you, or I'll use you up uncommon sharp." "You use me up! Yoo, yoo! D--m! You and your wife and some nigger children, all ob you, was sold for a hundred and fifty dollars less than this nigger." "Look here, don't you say dat agin; don't you do it; I tell you, don't you do it, or I'll jist give you such an almighty everlasting shaking, dat you shall pray for a cold ague as a holiday. I'm worth considerable more dollars dan sich a low black man as you is worth cents. Why, didn't dey offer to give you away, only you such dam trash no one would take you, so |
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