? ? ? ? "What kind of stock?"
? ? ? ? "Why, live stock. Cattle, you know. I put ten dollars in a cow. But I ain't gwyne to resk no mo' money in stock. De cow up 'n' died on my han's."
? ? ? ? "So you lost the ten dollars."
? ? ? ? "No, I didn'lose it all. I on'y los' 'bout nine of it. I sole de hide en taller for a dollar en ten cents."
? ? ? ? "You had five dollars and ten cents left. Did you speculate any more?"
? ? ? ? "Yes. You know dat one-laigged nigger dat b'longs to old Misto Bradish? well, he sot up a bank, en say anybody dat put in a dollar would git fo' dollars mo' at de en' er de year. Well, all de niggers went in, but dey didn'have much. I wuz de on'y one dat had much. So I stuck out for mo' dan fo' dollars, en I said 'f I didn' git it I'd start a bank mysef. Well o' course dat nigger want' keep me out er de business, bekase he say dey warn't business 'nough for two banks, so he say I could put in my five dollars en he pay me thirty-five at de en' er de year.
? ? ? ? "So I done it.
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