Dat's
what."
"What is it, Uncle Remus?"
"I know Mars John bin drivin' Cholly sorter hard ter-day, en I
say ter myse'f dat I'd drap 'round 'bout dus' en fling nudder
year er corn in de troff en kinder gin 'im a techin' up wid de
kurrier-koam; en bless grashus! I ain't bin in de lot mo'n a
minnit 'fo' I seed sump'n wuz wrong wid de hoss, and sho' nuff
dar wuz his mane full er witch-stirrups."
"Full of what, Uncle Remus?"
"Full er witch-stirrups, honey. Ain't you seed no witch-stirrups?
Well, w'en you see two stran' er ha'r tied tergedder in a hoss's
mane, dar you see a witch-stirrup, en, mo'n dat, dat hoss done
bin rid by um."
"Do you reckon they have been riding Charley?" inquired the
little boy.
"Co'se, honey. Tooby sho dey is. W'at else dey bin doin'?"
"Did you ever see a witch, Uncle Remus?"
"Dat ain't needer yer ner dar. W'en I see coon track in de
branch, I know de coon bin 'long dar."
The argument seemed unanswerable, and the little boy asked, in a
confidential tone:
"Uncle Remus, what are witches like?"
"Dey comes diffunt," responded the cautious old darkey. "Dey
comes en dey cunjus fokes. Squinch-owl holler eve'y time he
see a witch, en w'en you hear de dog howlin' in de middle er de
night, one un um's mighty ap' ter be prowlin' 'roun'.
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