NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
shiver, “dat ’oman like me, w’at ain’t w’ar no jacket, ain’t got no 
business traipsin’ un trollopin’ ’roun’ thoo the woods atter 
dark.” 
“You mout tu’n yo’ head-hankcher, Sis Tempy,” said Uncle 
Remus, reassuringly, “en ef dat ain’t do no good den you kin 
whirl in en gin um leg-bail.” 
“I year tell,” continued Aunt Tempy, vouchsafing no reply to 
Uncle Remus, “ dat dish yer Jacky-ma-Lantun is a sho’ nuff sperit. 
Sperits ain?t gwine to walk un walk less’n dey got sump’n’ n’er 
on der min’, un I year tell dat dish yer Jacky-ma-Lantun is 
’casioned by a man w’at got kilt. Folks kilt ’im un tuck his money, 
un now his ha’nt done gone un got a light fer ter hunt up whar his 
money is. Mighty kuse ef folks kin hone atter money w’en dey 
done gone . 1 dunner w’at he wanter be ramblin’ ’roun’ wid a light 
w’en he done dead . Ef anybody got any hard feelin’s ’gin’ me, 
I want um ter take it out w’ile deyer in de flesh; w’en dey come 
a-ha’ntin’ me, den I’m done — I’m des done .” 
“Are witches spirits?” the little boy asked. 
The inquiry was not especially directed at Daddy Jack, but 
Daddy Jack was proud of his reputation as a witch, and he un¬ 
dertook to reply. 
“None’t all. Witch, ’e no dead ghos’ — ’e life folks, wey you 
shekky han’ wit’. Oona witch mebbe; how you is kin tell?” 
Here Daddy Jack turned his sharp little eyes upon the child. 
The latter moved closer to Uncle Remus, and said he hoped to 
goodness he was n’t a witch. 
“How you is kin tell diffran ’cep’ you bin fer try um?” con¬ 
tinued Daddy Jack. “’E good t’ing fer be witch; ’e mek-a dem 
folks fred. ’E mek-a dem fred; ’e mek-a dem hoi’ da’ bre’t’, wun 
dey is bin-a come by you’ place.” 
“In de name er de Lord, Daddy Jack, how kin folks tell wh’er 
dey er witches er no?” asked Aunt Tempy. 
“Oo! ’e easy nuff. Wun da’ moon is shiiin low, wet-a you’ han’ 
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