One of the children was very young,
and the quartet was altogether ragged and forlorn-looking.
The sympathies of Uncle Remus were immediately aroused. He
approached the group by forced marches, and finally unburdened
his curiosity.
"Whar is you m'anderin' unter, pard?"
The old negro, who seemed to be rather suspicious, looked at
Uncle Remus coolly, and appeared to be considering whether he
should make any reply. Finally, however, he stretched himself and
said:
"We er gwine down in de naberhoods er Tallypoosy, an we ain't
makin' no fuss 'bout it, nudder."
"I disremember," said Uncle Remus, thoughtfully, "whar Tallypoosy
is."
"Oh, hit's out yan," replied the old man, motioning his head as
if it was just beyond the iron gates of the depot. "Hit's down in
Alabam. When we git dar, maybe well go on twel we gits ter
Massasip."
"Is you got enny folks out dar?" inquired Uncle Remus.
"None dat I knows un."
"An' you er takin' dis 'oman an' deze chillun out dar whar dey
dunno nobody? Whar's yo' perwisions?" eying a chest with a rope
around it.
"Dem's our bedcloze," the old negro explained, noticing the
glance of Uncle Remus. "All de vittles what we got we e't 'fo' we
started.
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