NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
Seem like he know de ’Oman eyeled stretch wide open lookin’ fer 
’im. Yit he rattle de money ’roun’, en hit rattle loud en hit rattle 
nice. 
“ Well, den, de Man, he take’n put de tin box w’at de money 
in on de mantel-shel-uf. De day go by, en de night come, en 
w’en night come de win’ ’gun ter rise up en blow. Hit rise high, 
hit blow strong. Hit blow on top er de house, hit blow und’ de 
house, hit blow ’roun’ de house. Man, he feel quare. He set by de 
fier en lissen. Win’ say ‘ Buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o! ’ Man lissen. Win’ 
holler en cry. Hit blow top er de house, hit blow und’ de house, 
hit blow ’roun’ de house, hit blow in de house. Man git closte up 
in de chimbly-jam. Win’ fin’ de cracks en blow in um. ‘ Bizzy , 
bizzy, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o! ’ 
“Well, den, Man, he lissen, lissen, but bimeby he git tired er 
dis, en he ’low ter hisse’f dat he gwine ter bed. He tuck’n fling a 
fresh fight’d knot in de fier, en den he jump in de bed, en quile 
hisse’f up en put his head und’ de kiwer. Win’ hunt fer de cracks 
— bizzy-buzz , bizzy-buzz, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o-o! Man keep his head 
und’ de kiwer. Light’d knot flar’ up en flicker. Man ain’t dast 
ter move. Win’ blow en w’issel Phew-fee-e-e-e! Light’d knot 
flicker en flar’. Man, he keep his head kiwud. 
“W T ell, den, Man lay dar, en git skeer’der en skeer’der. He 
ain’t dast ter wink his eye skacely, en seem like he gwine ter have 
swamp agur. W’iles he layin’ dar shakin’, en de win’ a-blowin’, 
en de fier flickin’, he year someyuther kind er fuss. Hit mighty 
kuse kind er fuss. Clinkity , clinkalinkle ! Man ’low: — 
“‘Hey! who stealin’ my money?’ 
“Yit he keep his head kiwud w’iles he lay en lissen. He year 
de win’ blow, en den he year dat yuther kinder fuss — Clinkity , 
clink, clinkity , clinkalinkle! Well, den, he fling off de kiwer en 
sot right up in de bed. He look, he ain’t see nothin’. De fier 
flicker en flar’ en de win’ blow. Man go en put chain en bar 
’cross de do’. Den he go back to bed, en he ain’t mo’n totch his 
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