Books [He Never Wanted Land Till Now]
“No, suh,” the old Negro replied, “I couldn't never afford nothin' like that. We did have a graphophone one time, but it got broke and I never was able to have it fixed. But I reckon
“By the way, Mose, how, old are you?” I asked, noting that his moustache was white and that he looked a little tired and weary.
“I'se seventy years old, and my wife is sixty-five,” he told me. “I tried to get some of dis here old age help from de govermint, but dey told me a man what lives on a farm can grow all de sumpin t'eat dat he needs and he don't need no help from de govermint. But I knows white folks with nice houses and automobiles and a lot more to eat than I got what's drawing money from de govermint every month.
“I can't get along much longer without some help. Me and my wife ain't got no children of our own here to home, but we's raising four grandchillun, one four years old, one seven, one eleven and one fourteen. The fourteen-year-old