Manuscripts/Mixed Material [He Never Wanted Land Till Now]
“You sees dis cotton, don't you? Two or three bolls to de stalk, where dere ought to be two or three pounds. If I had to hire hands to pick it, I'd lose money on it. I'se got a pretty fair stand of peas, but dey ain't selling for nothin'. And dem's de only two crops I got dat I can sell. I didn't raise no sweet potatoes to sell, and I jes about got enough corn to feed my team till next year.”
“But how do you manage to live through the winter when you have a bad year like this?” I asked him.
“Well,” he replied, gravely, “we just eats when we got anything to eat and goes hungry de rest of de time.”
“Are there many days when you actually go hungry?” I asked him.
“Well,” he replied, “dere ain't many days when we ain't got a little somethin' t'eat, but dare's lots of days when we ain't got nothin' but a little corn pone an' maybe a potato or two.”