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XV. THE FLORIDA WATERMELON
"LOOK yer, boy," said Uncle Remus yesterday, Stopping near the
railroad crossing on Whitehall Street, and gazing ferociously at
a small colored youth; "look yer, boy, Ill lay you out flat ef
you come flingin' yo' watermillion rimes under my foot--you watch
ef I don't. You k'n play yo' pranks on deze yer w'ite fokes, but
w'en you come a cuttin' up yo' capers roun me you 'll lan' right
in de middle uv er spell er sickness--now you mine w'at I tell
you. An' I ain't gwine fer ter put up wid none er yo' sassness
nudder--let 'lone flingin' watermillion rimes whar I kin git
mixt up wid um. I done had nuff watermillions yistiddy an' de day
befo'."
"How was that, Uncle Remus?" asked a gentleman standing near.
"Hit wuz sorter like dis, boss. Las' Chuseday, Mars John he fotch
home two er deze yer Flurridy watermillions, an him an' Miss
Sally sot down fer ter eat um. Mars John an' Miss Sally ain't got
nuthin' dat's too good fer me, an' de fus news I know'd Miss
Sally wuz a hollerin' fer Remus. I done smelt de watermillion on
de a'r, an' I ain't got no better sense dan fer ter go w'en I
years w'ite fokes a-hollerin'--I larnt dat w'en I wa'n't so high.
Leas'ways I galloped up ter de back po'ch, an' dar sot de
watermillions dez ez natchul ez ef dey'd er bin raised on de ole
Spivey place in Putmon County.
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