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bahck two tam. Ebry day ’e do dis way tel ’e come at de las’. 
’E eat dis one, en ’e gone luf da place wey da ’Gator lif. ’E gone 
down da crik side tel ’e is come by da foot-log, en ’e is run ’cross 
queek. ’E git in da bush, ’e fair fly tel ’e is come by da place wey 
’e lil titty bin lif. ’E come dey-dey, en ’e yent go ’way no mo’.” 
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The little boy was not particularly pleased at the summary 
manner in which the young Alligators were disposed of; but he 
was very much amused at the somewhat novel method employed 
by the Bear to deceive the old Alligator. The negroes, however, 
enjoyed Daddy Jack’s story immensely, and even ’Tildy con¬ 
descended to give it her approval; but she qualified this by saying, 
as soon as she had ceased laughing: — 
“I ’clar’ ter goodness you all got mighty little ter do fer ter be 
settin’ down yer night atter night lis’nin’ at dat nigger man.” 
Daddy Jack nodded, smiled, and rubbed his withered hands 
together apparently in a perfect ecstasy of good-humor, and 
finally said: — 
“Oona come set-a by me, lil gal. ’E berry nice tale wut me 
tell-a you. Come sit-a by me, lil gal;’e berry nice tale. Efyouno 
want me fer tell-a you one tale, dun you is kin tell-a me one 
tale.” 
“Humph!” exclaimed ’Tildy, contemptuously, “you’ll set over 
dar in dat cornder en dribble many’s de long day ’fo’ I tell you 
any tale.” 
“Look yer, gal!” said Uncle Remus, pretending to ignore the 
queer courtship that seemed to be progressing between Daddy 
Jack and ’Tildy, “you gittin’ too ole fer ter be sawin’ de a’r wid 
yo ’head en squealin’ lak a filly. Ef you gwine ter set wid folks, 
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