Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . o en beholes, outjump a big bull-dog, en de way he shuck dem littleimps wuz a caution, en he kep on gnyawin un \iirtwel de Ole Boy open de gate en tun im out. JACKY-MY-LANTERN 165 And what became of the blacksmith? the httleboy asked, as Uncle Remus paused to snuff the candlewith his fingers. Im drivin on roun, honey. Atter long time,de blacksmif he tuckn die, en wen he go ter de GoodPlace de man at de gate ^dunner who he is, en hecant squeeze in. Den he godown ter de Bad Place, enknock. De Ole Boy, helook out, he did, en heknowd de blacksmif deminni
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . o en beholes, outjump a big bull-dog, en de way he shuck dem littleimps wuz a caution, en he kep on gnyawin un \iirtwel de Ole Boy open de gate en tun im out. JACKY-MY-LANTERN 165 And what became of the blacksmith? the httleboy asked, as Uncle Remus paused to snuff the candlewith his fingers. Im drivin on roun, honey. Atter long time,de blacksmif he tuckn die, en wen he go ter de GoodPlace de man at de gate ^dunner who he is, en hecant squeeze in. Den he godown ter de Bad Place, enknock. De Ole Boy, helook out, he did, en heknowd de blacksmif deminnit he laid eyes on im;but he shake his head ensav, sezee: Youll hatter skuze Blacksmif, kase I dunhad speunce longer hatter go somers elseef you wanter raise ennyracket, sezee, en wid dathe shet do do. En dey do say, con-tinued Uncle Remus, withunction, dat sense dat dayde blacksmif bin sorter huvrin roun twix de heav-ens en de yeth, en dark nights he shine out so fokescall im Jacky-my-lantun. Dats wat dey tells me. Hit. 166 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION may be wrong ert maybe right, but dats wat Iyears. xxxinWHY THE NEGRO IS BLACK One night, while the Httle boy was watching UncleRemus twisting and waxing some shoe-thread, hemade what appeared to him to be a very curious dis-covery. He discovered that the palms of the oldmans hands were as white as his own, and tlie factwas such a source of wonder that he at last made itthe subject of remark. The response of Uncle Remusled to the earnest recital of a piece of unwritten his-tory that must prove interesting to ethnologists. Tooby sho de pam er my bans wite, honey, hequietly remarked, ei\, wen it come ter dat, dey wuza time wen all de wite folks uz black—blacker danme, kaze I done bin yer so long dat I bin sorterbleach out. The little boy laughed. He thought Uncle Remus(vas making him tlie victim of one of his jokes; butthe youngster was riever more mistaken. The oldman was serious. Nevertheless, he failed to re
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