The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1878-08-17
How the Toothache Practiced Its vie
Arts ON Uncle Renaus.

from the Atlanta tGa.) Consututioh.j
AS soon as Uncle Remus put in an ap,
pearance yesterday his friends kne" DC naa
been in trouble. he had req cottoh llunu
kerchief tied under his chin, apa she eehial
humor that usually makes his aged race us
dwelIing-place had given way 10 an GA
nression of grim melancholy. The young
men about the Office were inclined to chaH
him. but his look OF sulIen resignation re-
mained unchanged.
But Uncle Remus remained lmpasslYe.
He seemed to have lost all interest in what
was going on around him, and be signed
heavily as he seated himself on the edge OF
the trash.boX in front of the office. Finally
some one asked in sympathetic tone: :,
aWhat is the matter, old man? You look
like yo,fd been through the MILL"
~Now you'er knockin' ut de back do>.
sho. Ell amt bin thru de mill sence day
7io' yistiddy, den dey amt no mills IN de
lam. Ef wunner desc yer schursnun trains
had ruined oyer me couldn't er DIN WuSs
off. bin trompin, roun' in de low grouns
now gwine on seventy-ti' year, but ann
seed no SIGH times ez dat wat l done
spe'unst now. Boss, is emmy er you ali
ever rastled wild de toofache2"
.Ob. hundreds of times. The toothache
isn't anything" :.
"Den you dies played 'roun' de aidges.
You amt had de kline wat kotch me on de
under Jaw. You mout had gum-blle,
but you amt been boddered wild de tooth
ache. 7 wuz settin' up talkin' wild my ole
'onlan, kinder puZzlin' 'roun' fer ter see
whar de nex' meals yittles wuz gWine ter
cum fr,lm, am feel o little ache sorter
crawlin' long on my iaw-bone, kinder
feeiin' his way. But de ache didn't stay long.
He sorter hankered 'roun' like, an den
crope back whar he cum frum. BlmbeDy !!
feel Jim comm agin, an dis time hit look
like he cum up closer-kinder skummlshln'
,roun' fer ter see how de lam lay. Den ne
went of. Presently feel i'm comm, and
dis time it look like he kyar'd de news unto
many, fer hit feel like der wuz anudder
wun wild Jim. Dey crep' up an creep
,roun', an, den dey crope of. Bimeby dey
come back, an dis time dey come like dey
wuzzent 'ieard Ell de surroundings. fer dey
trot right up unto de toof, sorter canine it
like, an den trot all 'roun' it, like desc yer
circuous bosses. sOt dar mighty cam,
but 'spected dat sump'n wuz gwine to
hap'n."
ssAnd it happened, did it?" asked some
one in the group surrounding the old man.
sBoss, don't you forgit it," responded
Uncle Remus, feryidiy. Gwen dem aches
galioped back dey galloped fer ter stay, an
dey wuz SO mixed up dat couldn't tell one
fun the other. All night long dey racked
am dey galloped, an wen det got tired FER
lackn' an gallopin' dey all closed in on dc
ole toof an thumped it an gouged at it twell
it 'peared unto me dat dey bad got the jaw
bone loosened up an waz tryin' fer ter fetch
it up thru de top er my head an out at der
back er my neck. AM deg got wuss mex
day. Mars. Devenpote Ellis, he seed was
'stracted, an he told me fer ter go roun'
here an git Mars. Eos. Chapman fer tel
put sump'n on it, am Mars. Fos., he flowed
dat I better have Ter draw'd, an his wudS
wuzn't more'n cole TO- wunner deze watch
aycoliums-wunner dezetentis' men
had retched fer it wild par OF tongs wal
don't turn loose wen dey kotches a holt
Leastwise dey didn't wild me. You oughtel
seed dat tool, boss. Hit wuz wunner dezt
yer TO- prong fellers. Ell she'd grove
wrong eend out'ards, I'd bin bad nlggel
long arter I iin'd de church. You heert
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