Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . us, boss, but ole an steddy ezI is, I tuckn kotch de meezles. Oh, get out! You are trying to get up a sensation. Hits a natal fack, boss, I declar ter grashus eftaint. Dey sorter come on wid a cole, like—leaswaysdats how I commence fer ter suffer, an den er koffgot straddle er de cole—one dese yer koffs wat looklike hit goes ter de foundashn. I kep on lingernVoun sorter keepin one eye on the rheumatiz an deudder on de distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer terfeel de trestle-wuk give way, an den I des knowddat I wuz gwineter gitter racket. I slipt inter b
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . us, boss, but ole an steddy ezI is, I tuckn kotch de meezles. Oh, get out! You are trying to get up a sensation. Hits a natal fack, boss, I declar ter grashus eftaint. Dey sorter come on wid a cole, like—leaswaysdats how I commence fer ter suffer, an den er koffgot straddle er de cole—one dese yer koffs wat looklike hit goes ter de foundashn. I kep on lingernVoun sorter keepin one eye on the rheumatiz an deudder on de distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer terfeel de trestle-wuk give way, an den I des knowddat I wuz gwineter gitter racket. I slipt inter bed oneChuseday night, an I never slip out no mo fermighty nigh er mont. A CASE Of MEASLES 241 Nex mornin de meezles d done kivered me, anden ef I didnt git dosted by de ole oman Im aChinee. She gimme back rashuns er sassafac tea. Ides natally hankered an got hongry atter water, an*evy time I sing out fer water I got bihn hot sassafactea. Hit got so dat wen I wake up in de mornin deole oman d des come long wid a kittle er tea an fill. me up. Dey tells me roun town dat chilluns dont githurted wid de meezles, wich ef dey dont I wanterbe a baby de nex time dey hits dis place. All dis yermeezles bizness is bran-new ter me. In ole times, fode wah, I aint heer tell er no seventy-fi-year-olenigger grapplin wid no meezles. Dey aint ketchinno mo, is dey, boss? 242 ms SAYINGS Oh, no—I suppose not. Kase ef dey is, youkn des put my name downwid de migrashun niggers. XI THE EMIGRANTS When Uncle Remus went down to the passengerdepot one morning recently, the first sight that caughthis eye was an old negro man, a woman, and two chil-dren sitting in the shade near the door of the bag^gage-room. One of the children was very young, andthe quartet was altogether ragged and forlorn-look-ing. The sympathies of Uncle Remus were immedi-ately aroused. He approached the group by forcedmarches, and finally unburdened his curiosity. Whar is you manderin unter, pard? The old negro, who seemed to be r
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