Joel Chandler Harris

“ The toothache isn’t anything.”
“Den you des played ’roun’ de aidges. You ain’t had de kine w’at kotch me on de underjaw. You mout a had a gum-bile, but you ain’t bin boddered wid de toofache. I wuz settin’ up talkin’ wid my ole ’oman, kinder puzzlin’ ’roun’ fer ter see whar de nex’ meal’s vittles wuz a gwineter cum fum, an’ I feel a little ache sorter crawlin’ ’long on my jaw-bone, kinder feelin’ his way. But de ache don’t stay long. He sorter hankered ’roun’ like, en den crope back whar he come fum. ”

“ All night long dey racked an’ dey galloped, an’ w’en dey got tired er rackin’ an’ gallopin’, dey all close in on de ole toof an’ thumped it an’ gouged at it twel it ’peared unto me dat dey had got de jaw-bone loosened up, an’ wuz tryin’ fer ter fetch it up thoo de top er my head an’ out at der back er my neck. ”