NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
up, dar wuz de chile settin’ right flat in de middle er de flo\ 
laffln’ un talkin’ un makin’ motions like she see somebody in de 
cornder. I des stood dar un watch ’er, un I ain’t a livin’ human 
ef she don’t do like dey ’uz somebody er n’er in dar wid ’er. She 
ax um fer ter stay on dey own side, un den, w’en it seem like dey 
come todes ’er, den she say she gwine git a switch un drive um 
back. Hit make me feel so cole un kuse dat I des tuck’n come 
’way fum dar, un ef dey’s sump’n’ n’er dar, hit’ll be dem un Riah 
fer’t.” 
“’E do talk wid ghos’; ’e is bin larf wit’ harnt,” exclaimed 
Daddy Jack. 
“I ’speck dat’s ’bout de upshot un it,” said Uncle Remus. 
“Dey tells me dat w’ence you year chilluns talkin’ en gwine on 
periently wid deyse’f, der er bleedz ter see ha’nts.” 
The little boy moved his stool closer to his venerable partner. 
Daddy Jack roused himself. 
“Oona no bin-a see dem ghos’? Oona no bin-a see dem harnt? 
Hi! I is bin-a see plenty ghos’; I no ’fraid dem; I is bin-a punch 
dem ’way wit’ me cane. I is bin-a shoo dem ’pon dey own sied 
da’ road. Dem is bin walk w’en da’ moon stan’ low; den I is bin 
shum. Oona no walk wit’ me dun. ’E berry bahd. Oona call, dey 
no answer. Wun dey call, hoi’ you’ mout’ shet. ’E berry bahd fer 
mek answer, wun da’ harnt holler. Dem call-a you ’way fum dis 
lan’. I yeddy dem call; I shetty me y-eye, I shekkey me head. 
“Wun I is bin noung mahn, me der go fer git water, un wun I 
der dip piggin ’neat’ da’ crik, I yeddy v’ice fer call me — ‘ Jahck! 
0 Jahck T I stan’, I lissen, I yeddy de v’ice — 'Jahck! Jahck! 0 
Jahck!' I t’ink ’e bin Titty Ann; 1 1 ahx um: — 
“‘Wey you bin call-a me, Titty Ann?’ Titty Ann ’tretch ’e 
y-eye big: — \ 
“ ‘ I no bin-a call. Dead ghos’ is bin-a call. Dem harnt do call-a 
you.’ 
1 Sissy Ann. 
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