NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“I ain’t bin use ter no sich gwines on in Ole Miss time, en I 
ain’t gwine git use ter it now. Dat I ain’t.” 
Presently ’Tildy, the house-girl, brought the little boy his 
supper, and the girl was no sooner out of hearing than the child 
swapped it with Uncle Remus for a roasted yam, and the enjoy¬ 
ment of both seemed to be complete. 
“Uncle Remus,” said the little boy, after a while, “you know 
I was n’t crying just now.” 
“Dat’s so, honey,” the old man replied, “but’t would n’t er 
bin long ’fo’ you would er bin, kaze Mars John bawl out lak a man 
w’at got a strop in he han’, so w’at de diff’unce?” 
When they had finished eating. Uncle Remus busied himself 
in cutting and trimming some sole-leather for future use. His 
knife was so keen, and the leather fell away from it so smoothly 
and easily, that the little boy wanted to trim some himself. But 
to this Uncle Remus would not listen. 
“ ’T ain’t on’y chilluns w’at got de consate er doin’ eve’ything 
dey see yuther folks do. Hit’s grown folks w’at oughter know 
better,” said the old man. “Dat’s des de way Brer B’ar git his 
tail broke off smick-smack-smoove, en down ter dis day he de 
funnies’-lookin’ creetur w’at wobble on top er dry groun’.” 
Instantly the little boy forgot all about Uncle Remus’s sharp 
knife. 
“Hit seem lak dat in dem days Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin 
done gone in cohoots fer ter outdo de t’er creeturs. One time Brer 
Rabbit tuck’n make a call on Brer Tarrypin, but w’en he git ter 
Brer Tarrypin house, he year talk fum Miss Tarrypin dat her ole 
man done gone fer ter spen’ de day wid Mr. Mud-Turkle, w’ich 
dey wuz blood kin. Brer Rabbit he put out atter Brer Tarrypin, 
en w’en he got ter Mr. Mud-Turkle house, dey all sot up, dey did, 
en tole tales, en den w’en twelf er’clock come dey had crawfish fer 
dinner, en dey ’joy deyse’f right erlong. Atter dinner dey went 
down ter Mr. Mud-Turkle mill-pon’, en w’en dey git dar Mr. 
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