THE ORIGIN OF THE OCEAN 
racket; mo’ speshually w’en you see Miss Sally lookin’ behine de 
lookin’-glass fer dat ar peach-lim’ w’at she tuck’n make me kyar 
up dar day ’fo’ yistiddy; yit w’en she fine it don’t you git too 
skeer’d, ’kaze I tuck’n make some weak places in dat ar switch, 
en Miss Sally won’t mo’n strak you wid it ’fo’ hit’ll all come 
onjinted.” 
Parts of this moral the little boy understood thoroughly, for he 
laughed, and ran to the big house, and not long afterwards the 
light went out in Uncle Remus’s cabin; but the two old negroes 
sat and nodded by the glowing embers for hours afterwards, 
dreaming dreams they never told of. 
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THE ORIGIN OF THE OCEAN 
“Uncle Remus,” said the little boy, one night shortly after 
Daddy Jack’s story of the lion’s sad predicament, “mamma says 
there are no lions in Georgia, nor anywhere in the whole coun¬ 
try.” 
“Tooby sho’ly not, honey; tooby sho’ly not!” exclaimed 
Uncle Remus. “I dunner who de name er goodness bin a-puttin’ 
dat kinder idee in yo’ head, en dey better not lemme fine um 
out, needer, ’kaze I’ll take en put Mars John atter um right raw 
en rank, dat I will.” 
“Well, you know Daddy Jack said that Brother Rabbit met 
the Lion coming down the road.” 
“Bless yo’ soul, honey! dat’s ’way ’cross de water whar ole 
man Jack tuck’n come fum, en a mighty long time ergo at dat. 
Hit’s away off yan, lots furder dan Ferginny yit. We-all er on 
one side de water, en de lions en mos’ all de yuther servigous 
creeturs, dey er on t’er side. Ain’t I never tell you how come 
dat?” 
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