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Lemme tell yall folk a story of a downrigh different type of man - if you can call em that - seem more like a Yankee debutante to me, but he was from farther north than even the scum in noo' yawk. This fella here didn't jus talk like he had that suga in his watta, he walked like it too. But he was down here in car'lina lookin for some con fo the few horses pulling his cart. Some type of homosexul' molasses trader, I didn't bother to try the mess. We brought that there fella straight to the hay barn, we were a newer plantation and had to break the bucks where we stored the hay but this sumbitch walked on in and started cryin. Cryin tears and sobbin and carryin on like a little girl who done dropped her doll. We told the man we's jus buck breakin, had to be done. These bucks were uppity and had to be reasoned with. This frilly fella gave us all 3 of his horses, the cart, and that "syrup" I believe it was... All we had to do, he says, was leave him in the barn with nigga Jim and let them stay til the morning an leave together the next day - no questions asked. Well, I'm a biness man so I took that deal, and wouldn't you know- that boy was busted open an dead the next Morn! An ol nigga Jim was caught the next day, right back to being broke in my barn. Never knew a man to be MO foolish than a woman, but I ain't neva been that far north
