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house and ask for some water, when the following conversation 

 occurs : 



" Reckly he holler out, ' Mammy, mammy ! what you reckon ? 

 Dey'er lapping de water ! ' De 'oman she holler back, ' I reckon 

 dat's de way de quality folks does, honey.' " 



Then the ladies ask for some bread and eat it, so as to cause 

 the little boy to cry : 



" Mammy, mammy ! what you reckon ? Dey'er got great long 

 tushes." De 'oman she holler back, " I reckon all de quality folks 

 has got 'em, honey." 



Then they wash their hands, and again the boy cries : 



" Mammy, mammy ! what you reckon ? Dey got little bit er 

 hairy hans and arms." De 'oman she holler back, " I reckon all 

 de quality folks has got 'em, honey." 



The ladies now request that the little boy show them the way 

 to the cross-roads, which he refuses to do until admonished by 

 his mother. 



" Now," says Uncle Remus, " dish yer little boy had two mighty 

 bad dogs. One un urn waz name Minny minny Morack, en de 

 oter one was name Follerlinsko, en de waz so bad dey hatter 

 be tied in de yard day an' night, 'cep w'en dey wuzen't a- 

 huntin'." 



Before setting out, however, the boy places a pan of water in 

 the kitchen, and sticks a willow twig near by in the ground, tell- 

 ing his mother that when the water turns to blood and the willow 

 shakes, she is to loose the dogs and send them to hunt for him. 

 He then proceeds to conduct the ladies to the cross-roads ; but 

 after he has gone some way perceives, on looking behind him, 

 that the supposed ladies are walking on all fours. This strikes 

 him as somewhat suspicious, and he hastens to climb up a big 

 pine tree near at hand for safety. The ladies try and persuade him 

 to come down, threatening to tell his mother of his disobedience ; 

 but in vain ; the little boy prefers to remain where he is. " Den," 

 says Uncle Remus, "de quality ladies got mighty mad. Dey 

 walked 'roun' dat tree en fairly snorted. Dey pulled off der bon- 

 nets, en der veils, en der dresses, en, lo en behole ! de little boy 

 seed dey wuz two great big pant'ers. . . . Dey tried to climb de 

 tree, but dey had done trim der claws so dey could git on gloves, 

 en dey couldn't clam no mo'. 



" Den one un em sot down in de road en made a kuse mark in 

 de sand, en der great long tails turned to axes, dan de gun to 

 cut de tree down. . . . 



" But wiles the little boy wuz settin' up dar skeered mighty 

 nigh ter def, hit come inter his min' dat he had some eggs in his 

 pocket w'at he done brung with 'im fer ter eat w'enever he git 

 hongry. He tuck out one er de eggs en broke it en say, ' Place 



