You ain't had de kine w'at
kotch me on de underjaw. You mout a had a gum-bile, but you
ain't bin boddered wid de toofache. I wuz settin' up talkin' wid
my ole 'oman, kinder puzzlin' 'roun' fer ter see whar de nex'
meal's vittles wuz a gwineter cum fum, an' I feel a little ache
sorter crawlin' 'long on my jaw-bone, kinder feelin' his way. But
de ache don't stay long. He sorter hankered 'roun' like, en den
crope back whar he come fum. Bimeby I feel 'im comin' agin, an'
dis time hit look like he come up closer--kinder skummishin'
'roun' fer ter see how de lan' lay. Den he went off. Present'y I
feel 'im comin', an' dis time hit look like he kyar'd de news
unto Mary, fer hit feel like der wuz anudder wun wid 'im. Dey
crep' up an' crep' 'roun', an, den dey crope off. Bimeby dey come
back, an' dis time dey come like dey wuzzent 'fear'd er de
s'roundin's, fer dey trot right up unto de toof, sorter 'zamine
it like, an' den trot all roun' it, like deze yer circuous
hosses. I sot dar mighty ca'm, but I 'spected dat sump'n' wuz
gwine ter happ'n."
"And it happened, did it?" asked some one in the group
surrounding the old man.
"Boss, don't you fergit it," responded Uncle Remus, fervidly.
"W'en dem aches gallop back dey galloped fer ter stay, an' dey
wuz so mixed up dat I couldn't tell one fum de udder.
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