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htened him out; he was nearly

StTalSnUeneU MIN out; ne was nearly
IL feet long.
For God" said Moses, suddenly;
''dar Brer' Jobe now"
Where! Where!' said Clarence.
| "Why, dar, master, dar-see how him
| lie! JUS like a man." and Moses pointed
to ridge that seemed to extend down
| the gators stomach.
Eyes, dar Brer' Jobe, suah huff" said
Bob, pore Brer' Jobe."
Solomon and Luke with knife and ak
cut into that capacious nav to I'M
tomb him; presently something black
and woolly protruded-
Oar him." said Moses, pore Brer'
Jobe."
'Da's faca," said Bob, "dar's his
hair
They cut wider and pulled, and
| pulled again, and finally from out that
gloomy sepulchre appeared the re-
mains of big black SOW.
Fore de Lord" exclaimed Bob, ''if
dat amt Sis Dinah's sow-dat gator
gwine fer de whole famibly suah huff -
''He is dat" said Solomon, "Brer'
Jobe want huff fer he''
| lncIl d NOlCS was uedTu CIc
other side of the creek:
Say, is you got dat gator fer suah 81
All glanced across the creek and there.
sticking from behind cyprus, was the
white and wooily head of Uncle Jobe.
| Clarence fired off both barrels of his
shotgun in rejoicing, and sent boat
across for him.
He said, and he always stuck to it.
that when the boat capsized he struck
on the gators back, and from there
scrambled ashore.
But didn't you hear me call, Uncle
| Jobe?" said Clarence.
eyes, chile, I hear you, but skeared to
speak, fear dat gator get me, so I jus
crawled off and laid down, and, Dress
de Lord, you gun woke me, an you got
dat gator"
''De gators all right, Brer' Jobe,' -
said Moses, but whar Sis Dinah's
Sukey, what she gwine do now?''
''She glib me de dibble, s'peck,'' said
lobe.
The boats returned, the negroes sing
ing their plantation melodies as they
glded down the stream, and Uncle
Jobe joining in the chorus like any
thing but a dead darby.
Arrived at the landing, with Clarence
in the lead, they marched up the lane,
nor halted till they reached the cabin
of Dinah; she was at the Manor house.
washing.
AS they rounded the corner of the
house. there she stood on the back
niazZa half hnnt f1,h
red bandana tied around her head, her
sleeves we'll above the elbows, scrub
bling away on the washboard, and big
tears chasing each other down her
black face.
Mrs. Hill stepped out on the piazza,
and said: ''Dinah, l told you you need
not work to-day, poor soul; am sorry
for YOU
81 know you is, mistis; I know you is,
but l bleeged to work-it help me for
git bout Brer' lobe. can't stay home,
and he amt dar.''
mo. but here hel honey, here he!"
'Jobe! Brer' Jobe."
! It was frantic cry; her sudden leap
overturned the wash tub; three steps
at a time she flew down the piazza, and
her bare black arms we're around the
| neck of her elder brother.
Honey. da amt cotch you, tank God,
de gators amt cotch you, is da?"
"No, Sis Dinah, not 'zackly, but da
cotch you Sukey."
! ''Pick out the finest pig on orion,
Dinah, in place of Sukey, whenever
you're ready"
Tears had gathered in the eyes OF
both Mrs. Hill and Clara. while Dinah
was welcoming back the brother who.
though lost, had been found.
'Mistis,' said Dinah, 81 Jus rinse desc
cloes out, and clean up dis we're piazza
an if you please, marin, won't work
30 more to-day--I jus is ODER joyous,
SIDES Use weak as a calf"
That's right, Dinah, have day OF
rejoicing
''Uncle Jobe," said Clara, 81 am very
glad the alligators didn't get you.
feared I had lost my fishing compan.
ion.''
Dress You soul, honey, Unc' Jobe
we're yet; but 1 can't tell how long
chile, I can't tell.
''Marster, Marse Clarence say, you
gwine gibe t'ousand dollars fer bring
old Jobe back; desc old bones ain't
wort dat, marster, but I tanks yer, dee'1
l does, an my 'baccer mos out, marster
an if wort little OBJ dat
Tell Corbett to give You pound
lobe, and quart of apple jack, you ras
! cal. YOu fooled uS alIS''