. Uncle Remus and his friends; . asked contemptuously. Bout dat ar snake what I smells. I kinallers smell um when dey gits stirred up. What snake? asked the lady with some-thing more than curiosity. Dat ar snake what I bin interferiu somers closte roun here, sho. Where ? asked the lady, instinctivelygrasping her skirts. Miss Sally, said Uncle Remus, in themost business-like way, I wish you d please,inam, be so good ez ter look in dat bunch ergrass dar. He smell so rank he bleedz terbe right roun here. Instead of searching in the bunch of grass, O O + 260 HIS HOME FOLKS AND FEIENDS. Miss
. Uncle Remus and his friends; . asked contemptuously. Bout dat ar snake what I smells. I kinallers smell um when dey gits stirred up. What snake? asked the lady with some-thing more than curiosity. Dat ar snake what I bin interferiu somers closte roun here, sho. Where ? asked the lady, instinctivelygrasping her skirts. Miss Sally, said Uncle Remus, in themost business-like way, I wish you d please,inam, be so good ez ter look in dat bunch ergrass dar. He smell so rank he bleedz terbe right roun here. Instead of searching in the bunch of grass, O O + 260 HIS HOME FOLKS AND FEIENDS. Miss Sally jerked up her skirts, gave &little scream, and ran to the house like a on the back porch, she turned and lookedat Uncle Remus. The old man was half bent,and his head was going from side to pretended to be searching for the snake,but his Miss Sally knew that he was laughingat her. Angry as she was, she interferedwith Uncle Remus no more, but left him toclean the yard in his own way and in his IJKOX/K 1iY KtxihK lilKNHAM VIII. UNCLE REMUS AND THE COMET. You all folks may be a havin a mightygood time, said Uncle Remus, rubbing theback of his head against the door facing, but I let you know dis aint no wedder ferno picnics. I m a-talkin now ; I m a-flinginde essent er de truf at you. Why, what has come over you ? said thesociety editor, pausing in the middle of anannouncement relating to Miss Smithkins, ofSmithkinsville. Well, I des tell you wat, said Uncle Re-mus, I bin mighty mizerbul, en I aint nobetter now. Look like ter me hit gits I stays at home, I feels lonesome; en ef Igoes ter chuch, I gits stirred up ; en ef I loafsroun town, I years bad news. Ter night Isay ter mysef, I did, Remus, you ole rap-scallion you, you better go down dar whar BrerJohn Henry preachin, dat wat you better better go down dar en year im sco de 262 HIS HOME FOLKS AND FBIENDS. sinners. Wid dat, I tuck my foot in my han*en I put out, en
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