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“ N NE time," said Uncle Remus, whetting
his knife slowly and thoughtfully on the palm of his hand, and gazing reflectively in the fire—"one time Brer Wolf—”.
“Why, Uncle Remus !" the little boy broke in, “ I thought you said the Rabbit scalded the Wolf to death a long while ago.”
The old man was fairly caught, and he knew it ; but this made little difference to him. A frown gathered on his usually serene brow as he turned his gaze upon the child—a frown in which both scorn and indignation were visible. Then all at once he seemed to regain control over himself. The frown was chased away by a look of Christian resignation.
“Dar now! W'at I tell you ?” he exclaimed, as if addressing a witness concealed under the
bed. “Ain't I done tole you so ? Bless grashus ! ef chilluns ain't gittin' so dey knows mo'n ole fokes, en dey'll spute longer you en spute longer you, ceppin der ma call um, w'ich I speck twon't be long 'fo' she will, en den I'll set yere by de chimbly-cornder en git some peace er mine. W'en ole Miss wuz livin',"' continued the old man, still addressing some imaginary person, "hit 'uz mo'n enny her chilluns ’ud dast ter do ter come 'sputin' longer me, en Mars John'll tell you de same enny day you ax ’im.”
“Well, Uncle Remus, you know you said the Rabbit poured hot water on the Wolf and killed him," said the little boy.
The old man pretended not to hear. He was engaged in searching among some scraps of leather under his chair, and kept on talking to the imaginary person. Finally, he found and drew forth a nicely plaited whip-thong with a red snapper all waxed and knotted.
“I wuz fixin' up a w'ip fer a little chap,” he continued, with a sigh, “but, bless grashus ! 'fo' I kin git ’er done, de little chap done grow'd up twel he know m'on I duz,”
NE time,” said Uncle Remus, whettin
his knife slowly and thoughtfully the palm of his hand, and gazing reflectively the fire—“one time Brer Wolf—”
"Why, Uncle Remus !” the little boy bro in, “ I thought you said the Rabbit scalded i Wolf to death a long while ago."
The old man was fairly caught, and he kn it ; but this made little difference to him. frown gathered on his usually serene brow he turned his gaze upon the child—a frow which both scorn and indignation were vis. Then all at once he seemed to regain coi over himself. The frown was chased awa a look of Christian resignation.
“ Dar now! W'at I tell you ?” he exclai as if addressing a witness concealed unde