Don't remembah my grandmammy and grandpappy, but my master was they master.
Sounds like your grandpappy had a burr under his tail an' bucked it out on you.
So I'm glad you did find you a general to sling some weight an' git us into his scouts jus' 'cause he knew your grandpappy.
My grandpappy was a full blood Indian; my pappy a half Indian; my mother, coal black woman.
I was the only one what your grandpappy would let hunt in his garden.
I seed some of our sojer mens do, once, atter us lef old marster en go ter Montgomery wid our grandpappy.
My grandpappy told my pappy, who told me, who told you, that Old Joe's been hunted by every Mundee.