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Updated: June 1, 2025
"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.
"Marse Cally," he said after a while, "I b'lieve you done got mo' settled, sence dog ef I don't b'lieve dat it's been sence yistiddy! I dunner wharbouts de change is, but it sho' is dar. It mought be de way you look at me, an' it mought be de way you don't look at me an' ef you ain't done grow'd bigger I ain't no nigger." "I have only ceased to be giddy for the time being," I said.
"Ain't hed nothin' t' eat since day 'fore yistiddy," said D'ri. "Judas Priest! I 'm all et up with hunger." With old Burgundy and biscuit and venison and hot coffee he was rapidly reviving. "I 'm wondering where I will hide you both," said the baroness, thoughtfully. "Hed n't orter hev no rumpus here, 'n' go t' shootin' 'n' mebbe spile yer house 'n' furnicher," said D'ri.
What be ye, gittin' items for newspapers?" "No, Kun'l Ward, but I've got some news that I thought ye might like to hear before ye went past the toll-house this time. Intentions between Cap'n Aaron Sproul and Miss Jane Ward has been published." "Wha-a-at!" "They were married yistiddy." "Wha " The cry broke into inarticulateness. "The Cap'n ain't goin' to be toll-man after to-day.
"Lawd, marster, hit's so long ago, I'd a'most forgit all about it, ef I hedn' been wid him ever sence he wuz born. Ez 'tis, I remembers it jes' like 'twuz yistiddy. Yo' know Marse Chan an' me we wuz boys togerr. I wuz older'n he wuz, jes' de same ez he wuz whiter'n me.
"Didn' 'pear ter me it went quite plunk enuff yistiddy fer ter be pull' befo' termorrer." "I think it is ripe enough, Julius." "Mawnin' 'ud be a better time fer ter pull it, sah, w'en de night air an' de jew's done cool' it off nice." "Probably that's true enough, but we'll put it on ice, and that will cool it; and I'm afraid if we leave it too long, some one will steal it."
"I dun'no', suh; but I run um clean to de woods 'fo' I ketch um, en I walk back slow 'kase I tired." "Were you gone an hour?" "I spec so, suh, 'kase when I done ketch de chicken I stop fuh pick up some light-wood I see wey Abram been cuttin' wood yistiddy." "And your mistress was not here when you came back nor Abram?"
O'Hooligan of Cottontown, "side-but'ners I got 'em for her yistiddy the fust that this town's ever seed. La, but it was a job gittin' 'em on Patsy. I had to soak her legs in cold water nearly all night, an' then I broke every knittin' needle in the house abut'nin' them side but'ners. "But fashion is fashion, an' when I send my gal out into society, I'll send her in style.
"Who was the lady, Plato?" asked the teacher when the visitor had driven away. "Dat 'uz my ole mist'iss, ma'm," returned Plato proudly, "ole Mis' 'Liza." "Mis' 'Liza who?" asked Rena. "Mis' 'Liza Tryon. I use' ter b'long ter her. Dat 'uz her son, my young Mars Geo'ge, w'at driv pas' hyuh yistiddy wid 'is sweetheart." Rena had found her task not a difficult one so far as discipline was concerned.
His imagination, spurred on by the instinct of self-interest, rose to the emergency. "I's feared you mought git snake-bit gwine roun' dat way, Miss Rena. My brer Jim kill't a water-moccasin down dere yistiddy 'bout ten feet long." Rena had a horror of snakes, with which the swamp by which the other road ran was infested.
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