, 1881-01-21
How lie iUitd.

When Uncle Remus stepped into the
Constitution Office the other morning,
he was compelled to undergo Il general
handshNking, u formality that seemed to
subject him TO considerable momentary
embarrassment. The truth is, everybody
was glad to see the old man. He had
not been seen in his accustomed haunts
since q week or more before the gov
ernors election, and it was feared that
the labors of an arduous campaign, sup
plemGnted by the severe weather and an
much for him. But, to all appearances,
| Uncle Remus was as lively as ever. He
was met with chorus of inquiries as to
his prolonged absence from the office.
"'lwiX de 'hammaterry roomati2 en-
de 'stcmper,' said the old man, by way
Of explanation, "dey amt much mo- lef
er Remus dan dish yer buckeye in my
pocket, en- dish yer cane in my han.
Seem like I'm gittin in quoqmire,
sho. en- leetle mon I'd bin goner.
Seem like sumpn alters gittin outer
gear; ef faint de hame-string, hits de
back strop, en- ef taint de back strop,
den it's de britchin, en- so dar it goes"
Uncle Remus seemed to be in re.
Elective, not to say melancholy mood,
but finally he turned to the agricultural
editor, in whose Judgment and opinion
he placed great reliance, and asked:
Boss, amt dis yer politick bizness
bout done wild? Dar was dat 'leckshun
longer Mars. Allud Colketter Mars. Tom
Nor'd, en- den dat one bout de presidents,
and den dat yuther one yistiddy bout
who gwine to patter-roll de town. Look
like dat mout be nuff ter las twell after
Christmas"
"Of the two candidates, which WAS
your choice?" some one asked.
Oats wat wuz pesterin NV me" re-
sponded Uncle Remus. "Long time
ago Mars. Tom Nor'd tux supper wild
Mars. John, en- afterwuds in de parler
Miss Sally, she set up ter de peanncr, en-
Mars. Tom he tuck his fiddle, which /
fotch it myself frum de hotel, endey had
some old time music, shos you bawn.
Depeauner sass the fiddle, en- de fiddle
sass back, en- dGr dey had it. till blmeby
de fiddle look like she git de upper hand.
Leetle mo-, if L hadn't been feGrd ca dish
yer kotch in my hip, I'd tu'n loose out
dar which | wuZ stannin' in de back
po'ch, en- I'd shuck de shingles oiTn de
roof. Dat W at make me like Mars. Tom.
Den, wen you git Mars. Alfud Colkett
in dc pulpit, w'ich done bin en- yeard
I'm dar, he de mos swadin' man wat you
ever sot eyes on. Wen he go ter shake
de mo'ners up he knows 2ackly war ter
hit. Dat wat make me like Mars. Alfud.
En- so dar | wuz twiXt de hub en- de
axle"
"How did you vote in the Governors
election?" the agricultural editor in
quired.
II be bless ef l amt kinder mix up
bout dat, boss" replied Uncle Remus,
with great atfectation of gravity.
"Mars John, he gun me ticket, en- say,
sezee, dat he speck better go long en-
cas- my ballots TO dinner, but Miss
Sally, she up'n say which | better rack
roun' clean up de front yard en- take de
whole er de even fer ter cas- my ballots.
Don wen dinner time come on, Miss
Sally call me in de kitchen. En- darwuz
u plate or greens, en- slishe er ham, en-
pone OF corn bead; en- 'mongst um
wuz wonner desc yer Colkett tickets, en-
whar Miss Sally raise dat ticket bangs
my time-hit do dat. But dar twuz, en-
l knew it halter to go longer de dinner,
so | tuck de ticket en- stuff it en- my
wes' cut pocket and de dinner tuck'n
gobble up same like it wuz wonner dezc
free lunches
"And is that the way you voted -
"Hit 'uz des dat way, boss, | done bin
know Miss Sally too long
There was faint attempt on the part
of some of Uncle Remus hearers to rid
iculo him on the ground that he had been
bulldosod, but the attempt was failure.
Il Atlanta Constitution.