Manuscripts/Mixed Material [He Never Wanted Land Till Now]
“But what in the world would you do if your landlord decided to rent the farm to somebody else?” I asked, realizing that such an occurance was not beyond the realm of probability.
“Well, I'se thought about that,” Mose replied, thoughtfully. I'se goin' to ask de landlord won't he let me have a little piece of land—about an acre—and if he'll do it I'se going to build me a little house on dat piece of land and plant me a garden and try to git along somehow till I dies. Course, it won't be much of a house. Jes a floor and a shingle roof and some weatherboarding, but it ought to keep out de rain and de sun and de wind.”
“What makes you think your landlord might give you an acre of land, Mose?” I asked.
“I ain't right sure he'll do it,” Mose answered, “but I'se got strong hopes dat he will. You see, I has been working dis farm for him for forty-one years, and before I came here with him I was with his brother for