"
"Well, now, here!" exclaimed the young man, in a dramatic tone,
"what are you giving us now? Isn't it just as honest and just as
regular to sell pies as it is to do any other kind of work?"
"'Tain't dat, boss:' said the old man, seeing that he was about
to be cornered; 'tain't dat. Hit's de nas'ness un it w'at gits
me."
"Oh, get out!"
"Dat's me, boss, up an' down. Ef dere's ruinashun ennywhar in de
known wurril, she goes in de comp'ny uv a hongry nigger w'at's a
totin' pies 'roun.' Sometimes w'en I git kotch wid emptiness in
de pit er de stummuck, an' git ter fairly honin' arter sumpin'
w'at got substance in it, den hit look like unto me dat I kin
stan' flat-footed an' make more cle'r money eatin' pies dan I
could if I wuz ter sell de las' one 'twixt dis an' Chris'mus. An'
de nigger w'at k'n trapes 'round wid pies and not git in no
alley-way an' sample um, den I'm bleedzd ter say dat nigger out-
niggers me an' my fambly. So dar now!"
VI. UNCLE REMUS WITH THE TOOTHACHE
WHEN Uncle Remus put in an appearance one morning recently,
his friends knew he had been in trouble. He had a red cotton
handkerchief tied under his chin, and the genial humor that
usually makes his aged face its dwelling-place had given way to
an expression of grim melancholy.
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