I was a pickaninny myse'f, an' I b'longed to him.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
As she spoke, a little black bare-legged pickaninny, with one garment, ran out from behind the corner of the station, and clung to the woman's skirts, hiding her face in their folds.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
To his great surprise there was not even a pickaninny on the bank to say, "Howdy, Marse Marcy?"
"Marcy The Blockade Runner"
Harry Castlemon