"THE LONGEST WAY EOUND" 



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ROSTY weather and ripe persimmoBS had 

 come, with Thauksgiving close at hand. 

 Uncle Jethro and I were husking corn. 



"What had you rather have for Thanksgiv- 

 ing, Uncle Jeth," I asked, "one of Horner's big- 

 bronze gobblers or a nice young gander?" 



The old darky paused, dropped his ear Of 

 corn from a paralyzed hand, and looked me over 

 with annihilating scorn. 



"Gobbler ! gander ! Dat— dat w'at I calls de 

 las' ac'. Dat am de egregiousest misapi)reciation 

 of circumstance an' de proprieties w'at 's oc- 

 curred to my personal cognition, sure ! Dar am 

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