Thoo

Up thoo de lawn an' 'twixt de trees, jes' like a spring-time rivah breeze, dat youngster comes a-troopin' - I think he had de boldes' step a tired infant evah kep', an' nary bit er droopin'.

"I ain' nervous;" he says to John and Annie, "but dat saw, a-cuttin' en grindin' thoo dat stick er timber, en moanin', en groanin', en sweekin' kyars my 'memb'ance back ter ole times, en 'min's me er po' Sandy" (Chesnutt, Conjure 45-46).

"We's gwing ter get thoo dis jes fine. De lawd woan gives you mo' dan you kin tek. Jes trust in him, chile, an eve'thing bes awright."