ny-quanio!'
Yes, I heared 'im w'en he holler 'quinny-quanio.'"

GOOSEBERRY WINE

Now 'umble Uncle Steben,
I wonders whar youse gwine?
Don't never tu'n y[=o]' back, Suh,
On dat good ole gooseberry wine!

Oh walk chalk, Ginger Blue!
Git over double trouble.
You needn' min' de wedder
So's de win' don't blow you double.

_Now!_
Uncle Mack! Uncle Mack!
Did you ever see de lak?
Dat good ole sweet gooseberry wine
Call Uncle Steben back.

I'D RATHER BE A NEGRO THAN A POOR WHITE MAN

My name's Ran, I wuks in de san';
But I'd druther be a Nigger dan a p[=o]' white man.

Gwineter hitch my oxes side by side,
An' take my gal fer a big fine ride.

Gwineter take my gal to de country st[=o]';
Gwineter dress her up in red calico.

You take Kate, an' I'll take Joe.
Den off we'll go to de pahty-o.

Gwineter take my gal to de Hullabaloo,
Whar dere hain't no [16]Crackers in a mile or two.

_Interlocution_:

(Fiddler) "Oh, Sal! Whar's de milk
strainer cloth?"

(Banjo Picker) "Bill's got it wropped
'round his ole sore leg."

(Fiddler) "Well, take it down to de
gum spring an' give it a cold water
rench; I 'spizes nastness anyway.
I'se got to have a clean
cloth fer de milk."

He don't lak whisky but he jest drinks a can.
Honey! I'd druther be a Nigger dan a p[=o]' white man.

I'd druther be a Nigger, an' plow ole Beck
Dan a white [16]Hill Billy wid his long red neck.

[16] Names applied by Negroes to the poorer class of white people in the
South.

THE HUNTING CAMP

Sam got up one mornin'
A mighty big fros'.
Saw "A louse, in de huntin' camp
As big as any hoss!"

Sam run 'way down de mountain;
But w'en Mosser got dar,
He swore it twusn't nothin'
But a big black b'ar.

THE ARK

Ole Nora had a lots o' hands
A clearin' new ground patches.
He said he's gwineter build a Ark,
An' put tar on de hatches.

He had a sassy Mo'gan hoss
An' gobs of big fat cattle;
An' he driv' em all aboard de Ark,
W'en he hear de thunder rattle.

An' den de river riz so fas'
Dat it bust de levee railin's.
De li