Bricks Without Straw

Dar! ‘Liab, he said, as he entered and handed the paper which he had been examining to the person addressed, I reckon I'se free now. I feel ez ef I wuz 'bout half free, ennyhow. I wuz a sojer, an’ fought fer freedom. I’ve got my house an’ bit o’ lan’, wife, chillen, crap, an’ stock, an’ it’s all mine. An’ now I'se done been registered, an’ when de ‘lection comes off, kin vote jes’ ez hard an’ ez well an’ ez often ez ole Marse Desmit. I hain’t felt free afore–leastways I hain’t felt right certain on’t; but now I reckon I'se all right, fact an’ truth. What you tinks on’t, ‘Liab?