the wildcat came right on after him. 
There was a pile of rails just at this point 
and ‘climbing up on this he was able to gain 
the top of the fence, but to his horror the 
wildcat came right on after him. Jim Crow 
ran along the top rails as fast as he could go, 
eawing for help and continually warning his 
pursuer that it was hot. The wildcat did not 
seem to be in the least alarmed by this warning, 
but kept on until with a sudden spring he landed 
on the poor crow and together they fell off into 
the weeds. But Jim’s shouts had been heard, 
for Uncle Pete was coming along the road 
behind him. In fact, for some time he had 
been amused by watching the little black fellow 
walking on ahead of him in much the fashion of 
a sedate old gentleman hurrying along with 
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