Nigger-boy

“Me be a nigger-boy, born in de hovel,* // What plantain da shade from de sun wha da shine ; // Me learn to dig wid de spade and de shovel, // Me learn to hoe up de cane in a line.

“[…]This Clearfield Law, so close to your heart, does it still give me the right to buy a nigger-boy?” // “It does, Sir.” // “Does it permit me to sell a nigger-boy?” // “It does indeed.”

“Raggy Muffin!” he continued, turning half round in his easy chair. // The nigger-boy let go the punkah string and sprang to his feet.