ca'se

Dat woman warn't satisfied even wid dat, but she worked up de overseer ag'in 'me, she uz dat jealous en hateful; so de overseer he had me out befo day in de mawnin's en worked me de whole long day as long as dey'uz any light to see by; en many's de lashin's I got' ca'se I couldn't come up to de work o 'de stronges'.

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

You draw up a paper -- bill o 'sale -- en put it way off yonder, down in de middle o Kaintuck somers, en sign some names to it, en say you'll sell me cheap' ca'se you's hard up; you'll find you ain't gwine to have no trouble.

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

You ain't gwine to steal a pin -- 'ca'se it ain't safe no mo'; en you ain't gwine into no bad comp'ny -- not even once, you understand; en you ain't gwine to drink a drop -- nary a single drop; en you ain't gwine to gamble one single gamble -- not one!

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

Dah, now -- de preacher said it his own self, en it ain't no sin, 'ca'se white folks done it.

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

It 'uz pow'ful hot, deckhan's en roustabouts uz sprawled aroun asleep on de fo'cas'l', de second mate, Jim Bangs, he sot dah on de bitts wid his head down, asleep -- 'ca'se dat's de way de second mate stan' de cap'n's watch!

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

"Ole marster found it out, 'ca'se he had to pay two hundred dollahs for Marse Tom's gamblin' debts, en dat's true, Mammy, jes as dead certain as you's bawn."

Pudd'nhead Wilson 1955

An 'whin dey see li'l black Mose, dey all gnash dey teef an' grin 'ca'se it gettin' erlong toward dey-all's lunchtime.

The Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories Franklin K. [Editor] Mathiews

So prisintly all de ghostes am whiff away, like de fog outen de holler whin de wind blow 'on it, an' li'l black Mose he ain 'see' ca'se for to remain in dat locality no longer.

The Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories Franklin K. [Editor] Mathiews

An 'who know but whut a great, big ghost bump right into him' ca'se it can't see him? An 'dat shore w'u'd scare dat li'l black boy powerful bad,' ca'se yever'body knows whut a cold, damp pussonality a ghost is.

The Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories Franklin K. [Editor] Mathiews

He cogitate he gwine stay right snug in de shack wid he pa an 'he ma,' ca'se de rain-doves tek notice dat de ghosts are philanderin 'roun' de country, 'ca'se dey mourn out, "Oo-_oo_-o-o-o!" an' de owls dey mourn out, "You-_you_-o-o-o!"

The Boy Scouts Book of Campfire Stories Franklin K. [Editor] Mathiews