. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . US ol Nick fool you, honey, ef you does, he sho will git you! But she keep on an keep on, an de house gotbigger an de do got wider. De pot see her corn-in, an it got fum a-slraddle er de fire, whar it hadbeen settin* at, an skipped out de do an out inde yard. Uncle Remus paused to see what ef-fect this statement would have on the child, butsave the shadow of a smile hovering around hismouth, the youngster gave no indication of unbe-lief. De oman, said Uncle Remus, with achuckle that was repressed before it developedinto a laugh, look
. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . US ol Nick fool you, honey, ef you does, he sho will git you! But she keep on an keep on, an de house gotbigger an de do got wider. De pot see her corn-in, an it got fum a-slraddle er de fire, whar it hadbeen settin* at, an skipped out de do an out inde yard. Uncle Remus paused to see what ef-fect this statement would have on the child, butsave the shadow of a smile hovering around hismouth, the youngster gave no indication of unbe-lief. De oman, said Uncle Remus, with achuckle that was repressed before it developedinto a laugh, look like she stonish, but hertemper kep hot, an she run out alter de pot widde ax ez high ez she kin hoi it; but de pot keepon gwine, skippin long on three legs faster dande oman kin run on two; an de ax kep on git-tin heavier an heavier, Iwel, bimeby, de omanhatter drap it. Den she lit out alter de pot like shewu/ runnin a foot-race, but fast ez she run, depot run faster. De chase led right inter de woods an downde spring branch, an away over yander beyan de. Den she lit out alter de pot like she wuz runnin afoot-race THE HARD-HEADED WOMAN 293 creek. De pot went so fast an it went so fur datatter while de oman gun ter git weak. But detemper she had helt er up fer de longest, an modan dat, evey time she d sorter slack up, de potwould dance an caper roun on its three legs,an do like it s givin her a dar — an she keepa-gwine twel she cant hardly go no furder. De man he stayed at de house, but de omanan de pot aint git so fur but what he kin hear umscufflin an scramblin roun in de bushes, an heset dar, he did, an look like he right sorry feranybody what s ez hard-headed ez de she look like she bleeze ter ketch dat pot. Shesay ter hersef dat folks will never git done talkinbout her ef she let hersef be outdone by a oFdinner-pot what been in de fambly yever sencedey been any fambly. So she keep on, twel she tripped up on a vineer de bamboo brier, an down she come! It seemlike
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