Den Miss Sally, she cut me off er
slishe--wunner deze yer ongodly slishes, big ez yo' hat, an' I
sot down on de steps an' wrop myse'f roun' de whole blessid
chunk, 'cep'in' de rime." Uncle Remus paused and laid his hand
upon his stomach as if feeling for something.
"Well, old man, what then?"
"Dat's w'at I'm a gittin' at, boss," said Uncle Remus, smiling a
feeble smile. "I santered roun' 'bout er half nour, an den I
begin fer ter feel sorter squeemish--sorter like I done bin an,
swoller'd 'bout fo' poun's off'n de ruff een' uv er scantlin'.
Look like ter me dat I wuz gwineter be sick, an' den hit look
like I wuzzent. Bimeby a little pain showed 'is head an' sorter
m'andered roun' like he wuz a lookin' fer a good place fer ter
ketch holt, an' den a great big pain jump up an' take atter de
little one an' chase 'im 'roun' an' 'roun,' an' he mus' er kotch
'im, kaze bimeby de big pain retch down an' grab dis yer lef'
leg--so--an' haul 'im up, an' den he retch down an grab de udder
one an' pull him up, an' den de wah begun, sho nuff. Fer mighty
nigh fo' hours dey kep' up dat racket, an' des ez soon ez a
little pain 'ud jump up de big un 'ud light onter it an' gobble
it up, an' den de big un 'ud go sailin' roun' huntin' fer mo'.
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