Some fokes is mighty cu'us, dough. Nex' mornin' I hear Miss Sally
a laughin', an' singin' an' a w'isslin' des like dey want no
watermillions raise in Flurridy. But somebody better pen dis yer
nigger boy up w'en I'm on de town--I kin tell you dat."
XVI. UNCLE REMUS PREACHES TO A CONVERT
"DEY tells me you done jine de chu'ch," said Uncle Remus to
Pegleg Charley.
"Yes, sir," responded Charley, gravely, "dat's so."
"Well, I'm mighty glad er dat," remarked Uncle Remus, with
unction. "It's 'bout time dat I wuz spectin' fer ter hear un you
in de chain-gang, an', stidder dat, hit's de chu'ch. Well, dey
ain't no tellin' deze days whar a nigger's gwineter lan'."
"Yes," responded Charley, straightening himself up and speaking
in a dignified tone, "yes, I'm fixin' to do better. I'm preparin'
fer to shake worldliness. I'm done quit so'shatin' wid deze w'ite
town boys. Dey've been a goin' back on me too rapidly here
lately, an' now I'm a goin' back on dem."
"Well, ef you done had de speunce un it, I'm mighty glad. Ef you
got 'lijjun, you better hol' on to it 'twel de las' day in de
mornin'. Hit's mighty good fer ter kyar' 'roun' wid you in de day
time an' likewise in de night time.
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