NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
head; skin ’e no fit. ’E pit um ’pon ’e foot; skin ’e no fit. ’E cuss, 
’e sweer; skin ’e no fit. ’E cut ’e caper; skin ’e no fit. Bumbye ’e 
holler: — 
“‘’Tiss-a me, Skin! wey you no know me? Skin, ’tiss-a me! 
wey you no know me?’ 
“Skin, ’e no talk nuttin’ ’tall. Witch ’e do jump, ’e do holler; 
a mek no diffran. Skin ’e talk nuttin’ ’tall. Man, ’e tekky to’ch, 
’e look in ya’d. ’E see big blahck Woolf lay by da’ skin. E toof 
show; ’e y-eye shiiin. Man drife um ’way; ’e is come bahck. Man 
bu’n da’ skin; ’e is bin-a come bahck no mo’.” 
The little boy asked no more questions. He sat silent while the 
others talked, and then went to the door and looked out. It was 
very dark, and he returned to his stool with a troubled coun¬ 
tenance. 
“Des wait a little minnit, honey,” said Uncle Remus, dropping 
his hand caressingly on the child’s shoulder. “I bleedz ter go up 
dar ter de big house fer ter see Mars John, en I’ll take you ’long 
fer comp’ny.” 
And so, after a while, the old man and the little boy went hand 
in hand up the path. 
XXIX 
A GHOST STORY 
The next time the little boy visited Uncle Remus he persuaded 
’Tildy to go with him. Daddy Jack was in his usual place, dozing 
and talking to himself, while Uncle Remus oiled the carriage- 
harness,_ After a while Aunt Tempy came in. 
The conversation turned on Daddy Jack’s story about 
“haunts” and spirits. Finally ’Tildy said: — 
“ W’en it come ter tales ’bout ha’nts,” said she, “I year tell er 
one dat’ll des nat’ally make de kinks on yo’ head onquile deyse’f.” 
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