. Uncle Remus and his friends; . chair a little, she could see him as hesat before the fire enjoying the warmth. I should think it was time for you to bein bed, she exclaimed. Nom, t aint, responded Uncle Reinus. I year tell dat wen ole folks git ter bedsoon, dey feelins bin hurted; en goodnessknows dey aint nobody hurted my feelins disday. Well, there is nt anything in there thatyou can pick up. I ve had everything putunder lock and key. Yessum dey is sumpn ner in yer, too,kaze yer Mars John supper settin right downyer fo de fier, en little mo hit ud a bin dryspang up, if I had nt a drapt in
. Uncle Remus and his friends; . chair a little, she could see him as hesat before the fire enjoying the warmth. I should think it was time for you to bein bed, she exclaimed. Nom, t aint, responded Uncle Reinus. I year tell dat wen ole folks git ter bedsoon, dey feelins bin hurted; en goodnessknows dey aint nobody hurted my feelins disday. Well, there is nt anything in there thatyou can pick up. I ve had everything putunder lock and key. Yessum dey is sumpn ner in yer, too,kaze yer Mars John supper settin right downyer fo de fier, en little mo hit ud a bin dryspang up, if I had nt a drapt in des wenI did. I year Mars John tell dat ar niggeroman wat you call yo cook fer ter haveim some fried aigs fur supper, en ef deze aintfried en dried I aint never see none wat Mars John come, you kin set plum indar en year im crack um up in his mouf, samelak cow chawin fodder. Las Satdy nightMars John fotch some fried isters home, en efdish yer nigger oman stay on dis hill manymo days, he ull git all his vittles cooked down.
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