NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
no see nuttin’ ’t all; da lilly gal gone! Da ooman ’e holler, ’e cry; 
’e ahx way ’e lilly gal bin gone; ’e no git no answer. ’E look all 
’roun’, ’e see way da snake bin-a ’cross da road. ’E holler: — 
“‘Ow, me Lard! da snake bin come swaller me lil Noncy gal. 
I gwan hunt ’im up; I gwan toiler da snake pas’ da een’ da yet’.’ 1 
“’E go in da swamp, ’e cut ’im one cane; ’e come bahck, ’e fine 
da snake track, un ’e do toiler ’long wey ’e lead. Snake ’e so full 
wit de lilly gal ’e no walk fas’; lil gal mammy, ’e bin mad, ’e go 
stret ’long. Snake ’e so full wit’ da lilly gal, ’e come sleepy. ’E 
lay down, ’e shed-a ’e y-eye. ’E y-open um no mo’,” continued 
Daddy Jack, moving his head slowly from side to side, and look¬ 
ing as solemn as he could. “Da ooman come ’pon de snake wun 
’e bin lay dar ’sleep; ’e come ’pon ’im, un ’e tekky da cane un 
bre’k ’e head, ’e mash um flat. ’E cut da snake open, ’e fine da 
lilly gal sem lak ’e bin ’sleep. ’E tek um home, ’e wash um off. 
Bumbye da lilly gal y-open ’e y-eye, un soon ’e see ’e mammy, ’e 
answer da sing. ’E say: — 
“‘ Andolee! Andoli! Andolo !*” 
“Well, well, well!” exclaimed Aunt Tempy, sympathetically. 
“Un de po’ little creetur wuz ’live?” 
“Enty!” exclaimed Daddy Jack. No reply could possibly have 
been more prompt, more emphatic, or more convincing. 
XLIV 
HOW BRER FOX WAS TOO SMART 
“Uncle Remus,” said the little boy, one night when he found 
the old man alone, “I don’t like these stories where somebody has 
to stand at the door and sing, do you? They don’t sound funny 
to me.” 
Uncle Remus crossed his legs, took off his spectacles and laid 
- l Earth. Uncle Remus would say “ Yeth.” 
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