Books [Got to Go Crik]
He would sell you sea food if you ordered it; but when he said: “No, mam. I ain't charge you for that,” you would be wise to keep your purse out of sight or his feelings would be hurt. He lapped up praise, however. If words of commendation were slow in coming he would often say, smiling: “Give me a little praise; give the poor old servant a little praise.”
No power on earth could induce him to fish on Sunday. He said that he was certain something terrible would befall him if he committed a sin like that.
He has a story about Sunday fishing [which he?] has told over and over again. It goes this way:
“once a man think he go crik on Sunday and catch a bass for he dinner. So he get he line and he get he net and he get he bucket and shove the boat off. He try he luck in the surf near the inlet and by-by a bass come along. He hook um and then he have a big [?]. After he fight with that bass 'most half a day, he land um. He so glad for see that fish that he take um up in he arm. Then, please God, the fish start for talk. He say: 'What you catch me for? Is I ever done anything 'gainst you?' The bass