NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
and darkness with a water-proof cloak and an umbrella, and 
announced her mission to the little boy without taking time to 
catch her breath. 
“Miss Sally say you got ter come right back,” she exclaimed. 
“ Kaze she skeerd lightin’ gwine strak ’roun’ in yer ’mongs’ deze 
high trees some’rs/’ 
Uncle Remus rose from his stooping posture in front of the 
hearth and assumed a threatening attitude. 
“Well, is anybody year de beat er dat!” was his indignant 
exclamation. “Look yer, gal! don’t you come foolin’ ’longer me 
— now, don’t you do it. Kaze ef yer does, I ’ll take’n hit you a 
clip w’at’ll put you ter bed ’fo’ bed-times come. Dat’s w’at!” 
' “Lawdy! w’at I done gone en done ter Unk’ Remus now?” 
asked ’Tildy, with a great affectation of innocent ignorance. 
“I’m gwine ter put on my coat en take dat ar umbrella en I’m 
gwine right straight up ter de big house en ax Miss Sally ef she 
sont dat kinder wud down yer, w’en she know dat chile sittin’ 
yer ’longer me. I’m gwine ter ax her,” continued Uncle Remus, 
“en if she ain’t sont dat wud, den I’m gwine ter fetch myse’f back. 
Now, you des watch my motions.” 
“Well, I year Miss Sally say she ’feard lightnin’ gwine ter strak 
some’rs on de place,” said ’Tildy, in a tone which manifested her 
willingness to compromise all differences, “en den I axt ’er kin I 
come down yer, en den she say I better bring deze yer cloak en 
pairsol.” 
“Now you dun brung um,” responded Uncle Remus, “you des 
better put um in dat cheer over dar, en take yo’se’f off. Thunder 
mighty ap’ ter hit close ter whar deze here slick-head niggers is.” 
But the little boy finally prevailed upon the old man to allow 
’Tildy to remain, and after a while he put matters on a peace 
footing by inquiring if roosters crowed at night when it was 
raining. 
“Dat dey duz,” responded Uncle Remus. “Wet er dry, dey 
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