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Twelve Years A Slave 181: ‘Dance, you d---d niggers, dance,’ Epps would shout. [...] ‘Up and down, heel and toe, and away we go,’ was the order of the hour.at heel-and-toe, v.
Twelve Years A Slave 181: ‘Dance, you d---d niggers, dance,’ Epps would shout. [...] ‘Up and down, heel and toe, and away we go,’ was the order of the hour. Twelve Years A Slave 172: Potatoes are worth from two to three ‘bits,’ or shillings a barrel.at bit, n.1
Twelve Years A Slave 87: She was a beauty — a picture — a doll [...] None of your thick-lipped, bullet-headed, cotton-picking niggers.at bullet-headed, adj.
Twelve Years A Slave 56: So we passed, hand-cuffed and in silence, through the streets of Washington – through the Capital of a nation, whose theory of government, we are told, rests on the foundation of man’s inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness! Hail! Columbia, happy land, indeed!at hail Columbia, n.
Twelve Years A Slave 234: He must take me for a soft, to think he can come it over me with them kind of yarns.at come it over (v.) under come it, v.1
Twelve Years A Slave 87: She was a beauty — a picture — a doll [...] None of your thick-lipped, bullet-headed, cotton-picking niggers.at cotton-picking, adj.
Twelve Years A Slave 220: Old black Dan, as black as tar, / He dam glad he was not dar.at damn, adv.
Twelve Years A Slave 109: G-d d--n you!at god-damn, v.
Twelve Years A Slave 67: I cut and handed to each a slice of meat and a ‘dodger’ of the bread.at dodger, n.2
Twelve Years A Slave 59: New-York! H--l! what have you been doing up there?at hell!, excl.
Twelve Years A Slave 219: Den we’ll go to the Ingin nation, / All I want in dis creation, / Is pretty little wife and big plantation.at Injun, adj.
Twelve Years A Slave 87: There were men enough in New-Orleans who would give five thousand dollars for such an extra, handsome, fancy piece as Emily.at piece, n.
Twelve Years A Slave 156: ‘Poh, poh!’ sneered Tibeats.at pooh-pooh, phr.
Twelve Years A Slave 234: He must take me for a soft, to think he can come it over me with them kind of yarns.at soft, n.
Twelve Years A Slave 167: The baskets are ‘toted,’ or in other words, carried to the gin-house, where the cotton is weighed.at tote, v.1
Twelve Years A Slave 94: As we approached, a yellow girl — her name was Rosa — was standing on the piazza.at yellow girl (n.) under yellow, adj.
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