So long, boss."
XIII. HIS PRACTICAL VIEW OF THINGS
"BRER REMUS, is you heern tell er deze doin's out yer in de
udder eend er town?" asked a colored deacon of the church the
other day.
"W'at doin's is dat, Brer Ab?"
"Deze yer signs an' wunders whar dat cullud lady died day 'fo'
yistiddy. Mighty quare goin's on out dar, Brer Remus, sho's you
bawn."
"Sperrits?" inquired Uncle Remus, sententiously.
"Wuss'n dat, Brer Remus. Some say dat jedgment day ain't fur off,
an' de folks is flockin' 'roun' de house a hollerin' an' a-
shoutin' des like dey wuz in er revival. In de winder glass dar
you kin see de flags a flyin', an' Jacob's lather is dar, an'
dar's writin' on de pane w'at no man can't read--leas'wise dey
ain't none read it yit."
"W'at kinder racket is dis you er givin' un me now, Brer Ab?"
"I done bin dar, Brer Remus; I done seed um wid bofe my eyes.
Cullud lady what wuz intranced done woke up an' say dey ain't
much time fer ter tarry. She say she meet er angel in de road,
an' he p'inted straight fer de mornin' star, an' tell her fer ter
prepar'. Hit look mighty cu'us, Brer Remus."
"Cum down ter dat, Brer Ab," said Uncle Remus, wiping his
spectacles carefully, and readjusting them--"cum down ter dat,
an' dey ain't nuthin' dat ain't cu'us.
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