NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
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MR. FOX AND MISS GOOSE 
It had been raining all day so that Uncle Remus found it impossi¬ 
ble to go out. The storm had begun, the old man declared, just 
as the chickens were crowing for day, and it had continued almost 
without intermission. The dark gray clouds had blotted out the 
sun, and the leafless limbs of the tall oaks surrendered themselves 
drearily to the fantastic gusts that drove the drizzle fitfully before 
them. The lady to whom Uncle Remus belonged had been 
thoughtful of the old man, and ’Tildy, the house-girl, had been 
commissioned to carry him his meals. This arrangement came to 
the knowledge of the little boy at supper time, and he lost no 
time in obtaining permission to accompany ’Tildy. 
Uncle Remus made a great demonstration over the thoughtful 
kindness of his “Miss Sally.” 
“Ef she ain’t one blessid w’ite ’oman,” he said, in his simple, 
fervent way, “den dey ain’t none un um ’roun’ in deze parts.” 
With that he addressed himself to the supper, while the little 
boy sat by and eyed him with that familiar curiosity common to 
children. Finally the youngster disturbed the old man with an 
inquiry: — 
“Uncle Remus, do geese stand on one leg all night, or do they 
sit down to sleep?” 
“Tooby sho’ dey does, honey; dey sets down same ez you does. 
Co’se, dey don’t cross der legs,” he added, cautiously, “kase dey 
sets down right flat-footed.” 
“Well, I saw one the other day, and he was standing on one 
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