Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . e. He saw Uncle Remusedging his way through the crowd, and thought heknew him. Howdy, Daddy Ben? the stranger exclaimed,I tink I nubber see you no mo. Wey you gwan?He hot fer true, aint he? Daddy who? asked Uncle Remus, straighteninghimself up with dignity, Wich? I know you in Charlson, an den in Sewanny. Ispec I dun grow away from membrance. You knowed me in Charlstun, and den in Sa-vanny? He been long time, aint he, Daddy Ben? Dats wats a pesterin im me. How much youreckon you knowd me? He good while pas; when I wer* long time ago. Wey y
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . e. He saw Uncle Remusedging his way through the crowd, and thought heknew him. Howdy, Daddy Ben? the stranger exclaimed,I tink I nubber see you no mo. Wey you gwan?He hot fer true, aint he? Daddy who? asked Uncle Remus, straighteninghimself up with dignity, Wich? I know you in Charlson, an den in Sewanny. Ispec I dun grow away from membrance. You knowed me in Charlstun, and den in Sa-vanny? He been long time, aint he, Daddy Ben? Dats wats a pesterin im me. How much youreckon you knowd me? He good while pas; when I wer* long time ago. Wey you gwan, Daddy Ben? Wat does you season your recollection wid ferter make it hole on so? inquired tlie old man. I dunno. He stick hesef. I see you comin longr J ^^y Dey Daddy Ben. I tink I see you no mo. 238 HIS SAYINGS an* I shaky you by de han. Wey you gwan? Dey noplace yer wey we git wine? Uncle Remus stared at the strange darkey curi-ously for a moment, and then he seized him by thearm. Come yer, son, whar dey aint no folks an lemme. drap some Jawjy intment in dem years er mighty fur ways fum home, an you wanter bea lookin out fer yosef. Fus and fomus, youerthumpin de wrong watermillion. Youer wisslin upde wrong chube. I aint tromped roun de countrymuch. I aint bin to Charlstun an needer is I tuck inSavanny; but you couldnt rig up no game on medat I wouldnt tumble on to it de minit I laid myeyeballs on you. Wen hit come to dat Im ole manTumbler, fum Tumblersville—I is dat. Hit takes oneer deze yer full-blooded wite men fur ter trap my A CASE OF MEASLES 239 jedgment. But wen a nigger comes a jabberin rounlike he got a mouf full er rice straw, he aint got nomo chance long side er me dan a sick sparrer wid asquinch-owl. You gotter travel wid a circus fo yougits away wid me. You better go long an git yokyarpet-sack and skip de town. Youer de freshestnigger wat I seen yit. The Charleston negro passed on just as a police-man came up. Boss, you see dat smart EUick? Ye
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