. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . fed an fifed 34 TOLD BY UNCLE REMUS des like he wuz doin it fer pay. He played de chil-lun off ter bed an played um ter sleep; he playedtwel de ol man got ter nid-nid-noddin by de fire;he played twel dey all went ter bed cep de mam-my, an he played whiles she sot by de hath, andremp bout de times when she wuz a gal - - deol times dat make de gran-chillun feel so funnywhen dey hear tell bout um. Night atter night de fifin went on, an bime-by de man gun ter git tired. De oman, she saydat de crickets brung good luck, but de man, hesay he
. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . fed an fifed 34 TOLD BY UNCLE REMUS des like he wuz doin it fer pay. He played de chil-lun off ter bed an played um ter sleep; he playedtwel de ol man got ter nid-nid-noddin by de fire;he played twel dey all went ter bed cep de mam-my, an he played whiles she sot by de hath, andremp bout de times when she wuz a gal - - deol times dat make de gran-chillun feel so funnywhen dey hear tell bout um. Night atter night de fifin went on, an bime-by de man gun ter git tired. De oman, she saydat de crickets brung good luck, but de man, hesay he d druther have mo luck an less fifin. Sohe holler down thoo de crack in de hath, an tellol Grandaddy Cricket fer ter hush his fuss erchange his chune. But de fifin went on. De manholler down an say dat ef de fifin dont stop, hegwine ter pour bilin water on de fifer. OF Gran-daddy Cricket holler back: Hot water will turn me brown, An den Ill kick yo chimbley down. ;De man, he grin, he did, an den he put dekittle on de fire an* kep it dar twel de water gun. So he holler doiun thoo de crack WHY CRICKET HAS ELBOWS ON HIS LEGS 35 ter bile, an den, whiles de fifin wuz at de loud-est, he tuck de kittle an tilted it so de scaldinwater will run down thoo de cracks, an den defust thing he knowd he aint know nothin, kazede water weakened de clay an de hath fell in anoF Grandaddy Cricket sot in ter kickin an dechimbley corne down, it did, an bury de man, anwhen dey got im out, he wuz one-eyed an splay-footed. De oman an de chillun aint skacely knowim. Dey hatter ax im his name, an whar hecome fum, an how ol he wruz; an atter he satchi-fied um dat he wuz de same man what beenlivin dar all de time, de oman say, Aint I tellyou dat crickets fetch good luck? An de man, helow, Does you call dis good luck? What became of the cricket? asked the littleboy, after a long pause, during which Uncle Re-mus appeared to be thinking about other things. Oh! exclaimed the old darky. Dats so! Iaint tol you,
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