--Remus was a famous warrior," he
continued, turning to Miss Theodosia; "he volunteered for one
day, and commanded an army of one. You know the story, but you
have never heard Remus's version."
Uncle Remus shuffled around in an awkward, embarrassed way,
scratched his head, and looked uncomfortable.
"Miss Doshy ain't got no time fer ter set dar an' year de ole
nigger run on."
"Oh, yes, I have, Uncle Remus!" exclaimed the young lady; "plenty
of time."
The upshot of it was that, after many ridiculous protests, Uncle
Remus sat down on the steps, and proceeded to tell his story of
the war. Miss Theodosia listened with great interest, but
throughout it all she observed--and she was painfully conscious
of the fact, as she afterward admitted--that Uncle Remus spoke
from the standpoint of a Southerner, and with the air of one who
expected his hearers to thoroughly sympathize with him.
"Co'se," said Uncle Remus, addressing himself to Miss Theodosia,
"you ain't bin to Putmon, en you dunner whar de Brad Slaughter
place en Harmony Grove is, but Mars John en Miss Sally, dey bin
dar a time er two, en dey knows how de lan' lays. Well, den, it
'uz right long in dere whar Mars Jeems lived, en whar he live
now.
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