Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . uss bout it, nudder. I disremember, said Uncle Remus, thoughtfully^whar Tallypoosy is. Oh, hits out yan, replied the old man, motion-ing his head as if it was fust bevond the iron gates of THE EMIGRANTS 243 the depot. Hits down in Alabam. When we git dar,mavbe well go on twel we gits ter Massasip. *ls you got enny folks out dar? inquired UncleRemus. None dat I knows un. An youer takin dis oman an deze chillun outdar whar dey dunno nobody? Whars yo perwisions?eying a chest witha irope around it. Dems our bed-cloze, the oldnegro explained,noticing the gla
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . uss bout it, nudder. I disremember, said Uncle Remus, thoughtfully^whar Tallypoosy is. Oh, hits out yan, replied the old man, motion-ing his head as if it was fust bevond the iron gates of THE EMIGRANTS 243 the depot. Hits down in Alabam. When we git dar,mavbe well go on twel we gits ter Massasip. *ls you got enny folks out dar? inquired UncleRemus. None dat I knows un. An youer takin dis oman an deze chillun outdar whar dey dunno nobody? Whars yo perwisions?eying a chest witha irope around it. Dems our bed-cloze, the oldnegro explained,noticing the glanceof Uncle de vittles what;we got we et fowe started. An you speckter retch dar safean soun? Wharsyo ticket? Aint got none. De man say ez how deyd passus thoo. I gin a man a fi-dollar bill fo I lef Jones-boro, an he sed dat settled it. Lemme tell you dis, said Uncle Remus, straight-ening up indignantly: you go an rob somebody angi: on de chain-gang, an let de oman scratch rounyer an make er Hvin; but dont you git on dem kyars. 244 HIS SAYINGS —dont you do it. Yo bes holt is de chain-gang. Youkin make yo hvin dar wen you cant make it no-whars else. But dont you git on dem kyars. Ef youdo, youer gone nigger. Ef you aint got no money ferter walk back wid, you better des bil yo nes righthere. Im a-talkin wid de bark on. I done seed dezeyer Arkinsaw emmygrants come lopein back, ansome un em didnt have rags nuff on em fer ter hidedere nakidness. You leave dat box right whar she is,an let de oman take v^oin young un an you take deudder wun, an den you git in de middle er de bigroad an pull out fer de place whar you come preachin now. Those who watched say the quartet didnt take thecars. xn AS A MURDERER Uncle Remus met a police officer recently. You aint hear talk er no dead nigger nowhar dismawnin, is you, boss? asked the old man earnestly. No, replied the poHceman, reflectively. No, 1believe not. Have you heard of any? Pears unter me dat I come mighty nigh gittin
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