SPIRITS, SEEN AND UNSEEN 
“Dun I rise me y-eye, un I is bin shum gwan by sundown; ’e is 
bin gwan bahckwud. I tell Titty Ann fer look at we nuncle, 
gwan bahckwud by sundown. Titty Ann pit ’e two han’ ’pon me 
y-eyes, en ’e do bline me. ’E say I bin-a see one dead ghos’.” 
“What then, Daddy Jack?” asked the little boy, as the old 
African paused. ? 
“Ki! nuff dun., *Kaze bumbye, so long tarn, folks come fetch-a 
we nuncle ’tretch out. ’E is bin-a tek wit’ da’ he cup; ’e trow ’e 
head dis way; ’e t’row ’e head dat way.” Daddy Jack comically 
suited the action to the word. “’E is bin tek-a da’ he cup; da’ he - 
cup is bin tek um — da’ cramp is bin fetch um. I is bin see mo’ 
dead ghos’, but me no spot um lak dis.” 
“I boun’ you is,” said Uncle Remus. “Dey tells.me,'Brer 
Jack,” he continued, “dat w’en you meets up wid one er deze 
ha’nts, ef you’ll take’n tu’n yo’ coat wrong-sud-outerds, dey 
won’t use no time in makin’ der disappearance.” 
“Hey!” exclaimed Daddy Jack, “tu’n coat no fer skeer dead 
ghos\ ’E skeer dem Jack-me-Lantun. One tarn I is bin-a mek me 
way troo t’ick swamp. I do come hot, I do come cole. I feel-a me 
bahck quake; me bre’t’ come fahs’. I look; me ent see nuttin’; 
I lissen; me ent yeddy nuttin’. I look, dey de Jack-me-Lantun 
mekkin ’e way troo de bush; ’e cornin’ stret by me. ’E light bin-a 
flick-flicker; ’e git close un close. I yent kin stan’ dis; one foot git 
heffy, da’ heer ’pon me head lif’ up. Da’ Jack-me-Lantun, ’e 
git-a high, ’e git-a low, ’e come close. Dun I t’ink I bin-a yeddy 
ole folks talk tu’n you 9 coat-sleef wun da’ Jack-me-Lantun is bin 
run you. I pull, I twis’, I yerk at dem jacket;’e yent come. ’E is 
bin grow on me bahck. Jack-me-Lantun fly close. I say me pray 
’pon da’ jacket; ’e is bin-a yerk loose; da’ sleef ’e do tu’n. Jack- 
me-Lantun, ’e see dis, ’e lif’ up, ’e say ( Phew!’ ’E done gone! 
Oona no walk in da’ swamp ’cep’ you is keer you’ coat ’cross da’ 
arm. Enty!” 
“Dat w’at make me say,” remarked Aunt Tempy, with a little 
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