The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1883-12-13
UNCLE REMUS FLOWING.

Uncle Remus walked in to tht
Constitution Office one morning
recently after an absence of severa
days. He seemed to be rather
tagged out, and yet there was &
humorous twinkle in his eye.
Il speck you all genterrens
done got de notion dat I'm 6
mighty kuse ole creetur," be said
chuckling sheepishly.
"Ile has been in more trouble, u
said one of the young men to an
other, in confidential tone, bui
loud enough for Uncle Remus to
hear. IF there's any trouble in
Fulton country the old wretch will
shut his eyes and walk right into
it.
"Trufc, toor' exclaimed Uncle
Remus with urction "dat's the
Lords trufe. Look lax | done
got ter dem p'ints whar I ought
ter settle down en- do lax Ter
folks, but the mo- wat l try
ter settle down de wuss trou.
bic l draps inter. done got
so feared ter tu'n q cornder, kase
mos know old Satan done got
some kinder trap set for me. I'm
mighty use-mighty kuse."
swell, what's the difficulty nov?
You look as if you had just fought
your way out of one of Satan's
traps
'Ides got out er bed, bless you!'
There was a hint of boasfulness
in the old mans tone. Il bin
layin' up same lax man in hospital,
en- I bin had mo doctor truck dan
de law lows; but spite er dat I got
mo'so' places 'roun' monks my ribs
den man wat bin rnn over wild
de kyars, I is, mon.'
"Well, we might just as well
suspend operations and let him
US all about it," exclaimed the
police reporter, finging down his
pencil in despair. Nobody can
pursue the literary calling in the
building where that old repro.
bate does his talking"
Ter day." said Uncle Remus,
ignoring the police reporter, MARS
John holler me mp en- say he want
some grass seed sowed in dc peach
orchard He say he want de grouu'
broke up good, en- den he want de
seeds horrered in. / AKIN wbar-
bouts is | gwine ter git a hoss, en-
he ap'n low better go borrcr one,
en- lilies I'm borryin de hossI bet.
ter borrer de horrer. tuck't
traipse over dat neigLborhood plum
twelI dinner time, en- | amt git no
hoss. Dis man say he done loant
his'n out, and ter man say he
bleedz ter do some plowin' hissef.
"Bimeby I struck up wild Brer
Plato, ! did, en- he say he kin make
out fer ter loan me his hoss, eff I'll
take good care un i'm. Brer Plato's
boss bline ez bat, en- yet bline hoss
better dan no hoss. So l tuck ion,
en- I put de gear on, en- | carried
i'm home en- broke up de groun' en-
bliue do he waz dat ole boss move
right long. After I git de groun'
plowed en- horrer, en- I tuck'n ak
Miss Salley bout it, kuse Mars
John done gone down town. Miss
Sally she up'n say dey want no
horrors in her time, en- she low l
l better git a bresh en- drag it cross
de groun' en- do lax folks done wen
folks had some sense, Wild dat J
goes, I does, en- ] cuts me down a
good size tree, en- drug 'er inter de
back yard.
ever body continued Uncle
Remus, "wuz tennin ter der own
business. Miss Sally, she 'uz dus
tin 'roun in de back po'ch whar
dey want no dust, en- Sis Tempy,
she 'uz chunkin' up ships 'roan' de
wash pot en- singin' one er dem at
glory chunes. I stop de hoss at
de back steps fer ter ak Miss Sally
sumpn en- des bout dat time dat
al nigger oman wat messup de
wife folks vittles fern start ter
fling de dish water out de winder,
en- de pan come wild it-kerblimidy
blam-blam p
What them" one of the young
men asked, as Uncle Remus paused.
"Gentermens, you oughter des
seed dat ole bline hoss. He sorter
squat en- den he Tipped up in de ar
en- nataIly tuck wings. LIE 1uss
pass be make he fling me plum thoo
Miss Sally boneysuckle vine en-
wrop me roun' de cbanyberry tree.
Den he run over de wash pot en-
knock Sis Tempy down en- drag
dat big bresh 'crosst 'er. Let lone
dat, he drug bat dig bresh 'crosst
Sis Tempy de wrong way. Center
mems don't talk! J. hear Sis Tenpy
eroanin' bout some kinder stiffness
in de jints, but de way she shuck
dem shins in de ar waz scan'lous.
Mo- speshually wen de bilin water
lax ter know is dish yer: Eff dat ar
boss is bline, how kin he see fer
ter run cross Sis Tempy? Now
dat wat l lax ter know.
isis Tcmpy done sent me wud,
said Uncle Renus, looking serious,
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