Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . in, er wedder I lef um out. Leasways, Imgwineter call on wunner deze yer jestesses. So long,boss. xmHIS PRACTICAL VIEW OF THINGS Brer Remus, is you heem tell er deze doins outyer in de udder eend er town? asked a coloreddeacon of the church the other day. Wat doins is dat. Brer Ab? Deze yer signs an wunders whar dat cullud lad)>died day fo yistiddy. Mighty quare goins on outdar, Brer Remus, shos you bawn. Sperrits? inquired Uncle Remus, sententiously. Wussn dat, Brer Remus. Some say dat jedgment-day aint fur oflF, an de folks is flockin roun de house
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . in, er wedder I lef um out. Leasways, Imgwineter call on wunner deze yer jestesses. So long,boss. xmHIS PRACTICAL VIEW OF THINGS Brer Remus, is you heem tell er deze doins outyer in de udder eend er town? asked a coloreddeacon of the church the other day. Wat doins is dat. Brer Ab? Deze yer signs an wunders whar dat cullud lad)>died day fo yistiddy. Mighty quare goins on outdar, Brer Remus, shos you bawn. Sperrits? inquired Uncle Remus, sententiously. Wussn dat, Brer Remus. Some say dat jedgment-day aint fur oflF, an de folks is flockin roun de housea hollerin an a shoutin des like dey wuz In er re-vival. In de winder glass dar you kin see de flags aflyin, an Jacobs lather is dar, an* dars writin on depane wat no man cant read—leaswise dey aint noneread it yit. Wat kinder racket is dis youer givin un me now,Brer Ab? 248 ms SAYINGS I done bin dar, Brer Remus; I done seed um widbofe my eyes. Cullud lady what wuz intranced donewoke up an say dey aint much time fer ter tarry. ^<^. She say she meet er angel in de road, an he pintedstraight fer de mornin star, an tell her fer ter look mighty cuus, Brer Remus. Cum down ter dat, Brer Ab, said Uncle Remus,wiping his spectacles carefully, and readjusting tliem—cum down ter dat, an dey aint nuthin dat aintcuus. I aint no spishus nigger mysef, but I spizesfer ter year dogs a howlin an squinch-owls havin deager out in de woods, an wen a bull goes a bellerinby de house den my bones git cole an my flesh com-mences fer ter creep; but wen it comes ter deze yersines in de ar an deze yer sperrits in de woods, denIm out—den Im done. I is, fer a fack. I bin livin yer THAT DECEITFUL JUG 249 moren seventy year, an* I year talk er niggers seeinglioses all times er night an all times er day, but Iaint never seed none yit; an deze yer flags an Jacobslathers, I aint seed dem, nudder. Dey er dar, Brer Remus. Hits des like I tell you, Brer Ab. I aint sputinbout it, but I aint seed
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