NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
other, but they were careful never to come in conflict, and, to all 
appearances, the most cordial relations existed between them. 
“Well de goodness knows!” exclaimed Uncle Remus, as Aunt 
Tempy went in with the little boy. “How you come on, Sis 
Tempy? De rainy season ain’t so mighty fur off w’en you come 
a-sojourneyin’ in dis house. Ef I’d a-know’d you’d a-bin a- 
comin’ I’d a-sorter steered ’roun’ en bresh’d de cobwebs out’n 
de cornders.” 
“Don’t min’ me, Brer Remus. Luck in de house whar de cob¬ 
webs hangs low. I ’uz des a-passin’ — a-passin’ ’long — en Miss 
Sally ax me ef I kin come fur ez de do’ wid dat chile dar, but bless 
you, ’t ain’t in my manners ter tu’n back at de do’. How you 
come on, Brer Remus?” 
“Po’ly, Sis Tempy; en yit I ain’t complainin’. Pain yer, en a 
ketch yander, wid de cramps th’ow’d in, ain’t no mo’ dan ole 
folks kin ’speck. How you is, Sis Tempy?” 
“I thank de Lord I’m able to crawl, Brer Remus, en dat’s ’bout 
all. Ef I wa’n’t so sot in my ways, deze yer niggers would er run 
me ’stracted d’reckly.” 
Daddy Jack was sitting in the corner laughing and talking to 
himself, and the little boy watched him not without a feeling of 
awe. After a while he said: — i 
“Uncle Remus, won’t Daddy Jack tell us a story to-night?” 
“Now, den, honey,” responded the old man, “we ain’t got ter 
push Brer Jack too closte; we ull des hatter creep up on ’im en 
ketch ’im fer er tale wence he in de humors. Sometimes hoss 
pull, sometime he ain’t pull. You ain’t bin down yer so long, 
hit sorter look lak it my tu’n; ’kaze it done come ’cross my 
’membunce dat dey wuz one time w’en Brer Wolf kotch Brer 
Rabbit, w’ich I ain’t never gun it out ter you yit.” 
“Brother Wolf caught Brother Rabbit, Uncle Remus?” ex¬ 
claimed the little boy, incredulously. 
“Yasser! dat’s de up en down un it, sho’,” responded the old 
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