Dinner, but No Breakfast — 501
A gentleman was stopping at the plantation of a friend in Georgia, and for his benefit a social fishing party was got up to go to some river, a few hours’ drive in the country. The party made a very early start in the morning, and it so happened that a venerable old “uncle” of extreme African descent, who was selected to drive them out, missed his breakfast in the hurry and bustle of departure. This disagreeable circumstance rendered the old darky very crusty and melancholy during the entire morning; but at early noon the party adjourned to a country tavern on the river bank, and had a good dinner, and the old “general” was not slow to seek some alimentary compensation for the loss of his matin meal. It was taken for granted that the old gent’s good humour would be restored by the dinner, but it was soon noticed that he continued to remain “blue” and sorrowful, and, being surprised thereat, his master asked him why he was still so cross, since he had had so good a dinner. The old darky replied: “Yes, massa, me know I’se had me dinnah, but me habn’t had no brekfuss yet, nohow.”