Uncle Remus returns . r de neck an soused it in debox, an slammed down de led an fastenedit. Den he laugh an laugh, twel it looklike he aint never gwine ter git done laugh- in. But ol Brer Rabbit, wid his eye ter der 47 Uncle Remus Returns crack, gun ter git kinder unpatient, an hefetch de groun a whack wid his behime hit so hard an so quick dat youd athunk somebody wuz beatin on de muffledrum. Blacksmiff say, sezee, Who dat?Brer Rabbit spon, Im de man what youhad in de box — des so. Blacksmiff say,sezee, Go way! you cant fool me! OlImpty-Umpty in here whar I put im at,an hell be impty
Uncle Remus returns . r de neck an soused it in debox, an slammed down de led an fastenedit. Den he laugh an laugh, twel it looklike he aint never gwine ter git done laugh- in. But ol Brer Rabbit, wid his eye ter der 47 Uncle Remus Returns crack, gun ter git kinder unpatient, an hefetch de groun a whack wid his behime hit so hard an so quick dat youd athunk somebody wuz beatin on de muffledrum. Blacksmiff say, sezee, Who dat?Brer Rabbit spon, Im de man what youhad in de box — des so. Blacksmiff say,sezee, Go way! you cant fool me! OlImpty-Umpty in here whar I put im at,an hell be impty-umptied fo hes emp-tied. You hear me talkin! Brer Rabbitsay, sezee, Shake de box, man! Shake debox! An sho nough, when de blacksmiffshake de box, he aint hear nothin in shake it agin, an he dont hear nothinin dar. Well, dis kinder thing aint what hebeen spectin an he kinder scratch hishead. He study an he study what he gwinedo, an bimeby he sot right flat on de grounan open de box fer ter see ef its empty er. HE GRABBED IT BY DE BACK ER DE NECK AN SOUSED IT IN DE BOX Impty-Umpty Impty-Umpty. He open it, he did, an*raise de led an try ter peep in, but he aintsee nothin. He raise it a leetle higher, anwhen he done dat, a great big black batflewed outer de box an hit im right spangin de face. He done his level best fer terketch it; he struck at it wid his hat, anslapped at it wid his han, but de bat donegone outn reach, an when de blacksmifflook up, it wuz sailin roun mongst derafters, fliffin an flufflin, an grittin itstoofies. De bat flewd roun much ez itwanter, an den it made a dart fer de doan wuz gone — done gone! Well, time went on, an de day comewhen de blacksmiff shop wuz shot up, ande blacksmiff hissef wuz swopped fum decoolin-board ter de graveyard. UncleRemus paused, and looked hard at the littleboy, who was listening with the composureand the complacency that were so puzzling 49 Uncle Remus Returns to the old negro. He paused, cleared histhroat, and then we
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