Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . int spotted befo hit begins ferter commence. We all speunces dat poverdence wat AS A WEATHER PROPHET 263 lifts us up fum one place an sets us down in deudder. Hits continerly a movin* an* a movin. Dats sol Youer talkin nowl came from severalof his hearers. I year Miss Sally readin dis mawnin, continuedthe old man, dat a man wuz comin down yer fer tertake keer er de wedder—wunner deze yer Buro menswat goes roun a puttin up an pullin down. Wat he gwine do roun yer? asked one. Hes a gwineter rege-late de wedder, repliedUncle Remus, senten-tiously. Hes a gw
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . int spotted befo hit begins ferter commence. We all speunces dat poverdence wat AS A WEATHER PROPHET 263 lifts us up fum one place an sets us down in deudder. Hits continerly a movin* an* a movin. Dats sol Youer talkin nowl came from severalof his hearers. I year Miss Sally readin dis mawnin, continuedthe old man, dat a man wuz comin down yer fer tertake keer er de wedder—wunner deze yer Buro menswat goes roun a puttin up an pullin down. Wat he gwine do roun yer? asked one. Hes a gwineter rege-late de wedder, repliedUncle Remus, senten-tiously. Hes a gwineterfix hit up so dat derewont be so much worri-ment mong de witefokes bout de kinderwedder wat falls todere lot. He gwine dish emup, suggested one of tlie older ones like man dishout sugar. No, answered Uncle Remus, mopping his benignfeatures with a very large and very red bandana,Hes a gwineter fix um bettern dat. Hes a gwineterfix um up so you kin have any kinder wedder watyou want widout totin her home. Hows dat? asked some 264 HIS SAYINGS Hits dis way, said the old man, cose you loiows wat kinder wedder you , den, wen de man comes long, wich Miss Sallysay he will, you des goiter go up dar, pick out yowedder an derell be a clock sot fer ter suit yo case,an wen you git home, derell be yo wedder a settinout in de yard waitin fer you. I wish he wuz yernow, the old man continued. Id take a par erfrosts in mine, ef I kotched cold fer it. Dats mel There were various exclamations of assent, andthe old man went on his way singing, Dont youGrieve Atter Me. XX THE OLD MANS TROUBLES What makes you look so lonesome, Brer Remus?*asked a well-dressed negro, as the old man cameshuffling down the street by Jamess comer yester-day. Youer mighty right, Im lonesome, Brer JohnHenry. Wen a ole nigger like me is gotter paddlede canoe an do de fishin at de same time, an wenyou bleedzd ter ketch de fish an dassent turn depaddle loose fer ter bait de hook, den I
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