The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1878-08-22
Uncle Remus with the Toothaehe.

AS soon as Uncle Remus put in an
appearance yesterday his friends knew
he had been in trouble. He had red
cotton handkerchief tied under his chin,
and the genial humor that usually
makes his aged face its dwelling-place
had given way to an expression of grim
melancholy. The young men about the
Office were inclined to chaff him, but
his look of sullen resignation remained
unchanged.
"What revival did you attend last
nightT' inquired one.
"What was the color of the mule that
did the hammeringT asked another.
81 always told the old man that a
suburban chicken-coop would fall on
him." remarked some one.
"A strange pig has been squealing in
his ear" suggested some one else.
But Uncle Remus remained impass-
i've. He seemed to have lost all interest
in what was going ON around him, and
he sighed heavily as he seated himself
on the edge of the trash-box in front of
the Office. Finally some one asked in
sympathetic tone:
"What is the matter, old man? You
look like you'd been through the mill"
"Now you're knockin' at de back do
sho. Eff / amt bin thu de mill sence
day TO yistiddy, den dey amt no mills
in de LAM Eff wunner deze yer sour
shun trains had runned over me I
couldn't er bin wus off. I bin trompin'
'roun' in de low groun's now gwine on
seventy f. year, but I amt seed no sich
times ez dat wat l done spe'unst now.
Boss, is emmy er you all ever rastled wild
de toofache? ?'
"Oh, hundreds of times. The tooth
ache isn't anything"
"Den you des played 'roun' de aidges.
You amt had de kline wat kotch me
on de under jaw. Yon mout had
gum bile, but you amt been boddered
wild de toofache. / was settin' up talk
ing wild my ole oman, kinder puzzlin'
'roun' fer ter see whar de mex meals
vittles wuz a guineter cum fun, an /
feel little ache sorter crawlin' long on
my jawbone, kinder feelin' his way.
But de ache didn't stay long. He sorter
hankered 'roun' like an den crope back
whar he come fun. Bimeby I feel i'm
comm agin, an dis time hit look like
he come up closer-kinder skummishin'
'roun' for ter see how de LAM lay. Den
he went off. 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 i'm. Dey crep'
up an crep' 'roun', an den .dey crope
off. Bime-by dey come back, an dis
time dey come like dey wuzzent 'fear'd
er de surroundin's, fer dey trot right up
unto de toof, sorter canine it like,
an den trot all 'roun' it, like desc yer
circuous hosses. / sot dar mighty ca m,
but Ispected dat sump'n wuz gwine ter
hap'n."
"And it happened, did it9' asked
some one in the group surrounding the
old man.
"Boss, don't yer fergit it," responded
Uncle Remus fervidly. Wen dem
aches galloped back dey galloped fer ter
stay, an dey wus SO mixed up dat /
couldn't tel. one FUN de udder. All
night long dey racked, an dey galloped,
an wen dey got tired er rackin' an
gallopin' dey all closed in on de old
toof an thumped it an gouged at it
twell it 'peared unto me dat dey had got
de jawbone loosened up an wuz tryin'
for ter fetch it up thru de top er my
head, an out at der back er my neck.
An dey got wuss next day. Mars.
Devenpote Ellis, he seed / wuz 'stracted,
an he tole me fer ter 60 'roun' here
an git Mars. Fos. Chapman fer ter put
sump'n on it, an Mars. Fos. he lowed
dat I better have FER draw'd, and his
wuds wuzent more'n cole fo' wunner
deze yer watchyoumaycoll collums-wunner
deze dentis' mens-had retched for it
wild a par of tongs wat don't turn
loose wen dey ketches a holt. Least
ways dey didn't wild me. You oughter
seed dat toof, boss. Hit wuz wunner
deze yer 'fo' prong fellers. Eff she'd a
growed wrong end out'ards, I'd bin 8
bad niger long arter I jin'd de chu,ch
You heered my ho'nw