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Ghost Story:
'Das right; dey ain't no ghosts.'
An' dat mek' li'l' black Mose feel mighty good, 'ca'se he ain' lak ghostes. He reckon' he gwine be a heap mo'
comfortable in he mind sence he know' dey ain' no ghosts, an' he reckon' he ain' gwine be skeered of nuffin'
never no more. He ain' gwine min' de dark, an' he ain' gwine min' de rain-doves whut go', 'Oo-oo-o-o-o!' an'
he ain' gwine min' de owls whut go', 'Who-whoo-o-o-o!' an' he ain' gwine min' de wind whut go',
'You-you-o-o-o!' nor nuffin', nohow. He gwine be brave as a lion, sence he know' fo' sure dey ain' no ghosts.
So prisintly he ma say':
'Well, time fo' a li'l' black boy whut he name is Mose to be gwine up de ladder to de loft to bed.'
An' li'l' black Mose he 'low' he gwine wait a bit. He 'low' he gwine jes wait a li'l' bit. How 'low' he gwine be no
trouble at all ef he jes been let wait twell he ma she gwine up de ladder to de loft to bed, too. So he ma she
say':
'Git erlong wid yo'! Whut yo' skeered ob whin dey ain't no ghosts?'
An' li'l' black Mose he scrooge', and he twist', an' he pucker' up he mouf, an' he rub' he eyes, an' prisintly he
say' right low:
'I ain' skeered ob ghosts whut am, 'ca'se dey ain' no ghosts.'
'Den whut am yo' skeered ob?' ask he ma.
'Nuffin',' say' de li'l' black boy whut he name is Mose; 'but I jes feel kinder oneasy 'bout de ghosts whut
ain't.'
Jes lak white folks! Jes lak white folks!
FOOTNOTE:
[K] Copyright, 1913, by The Century Company.
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