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THE FATE OF MR. JACK SPARROW. 93"Wat dat long rigmarole you bin tellin' MissSally 'bout yo' little brer dis mawnin ? ""Which, Uncle Keraus?" asked the little boy,blushing guiltily." Dat des w'at I'm a axin' un you now. I hearMiss Sally say she's a gwineter stripe his jacket, enden I knowed you bin tellin' on 'im. n" Well, Uncle Kemus, he was pulling up youronions, and then he went and flung a rock at me,"said the child, plaintively." Lemme tellyou dis," said the old man, layingdown the section ofhorse-collar he had been plaiting,and looking hard at the littleboydis der ain't no way" lemme tellyoufer ter make tattlers en tailb'arersturn out good. No, dey ain't. I bin mixin'up wid fokes now gwine on eighty year,en I ain'tseed no tattler come ter no good een'. Dat I ain't.En ef ole man M'thoozlum wuz livin' clean twel yit,he'd up'n tellyou de same. Sho ez youer settin' dar.You 'member w'at 'come er de bird w'at went tattlin''roun' 'bout Brer Babbit "?The littleboy didn't remember, but he was veryanxious to know, and he also wanted to know whatkind of a bird it was that so disgraced itself." Hit wuz wunner dese yer uppity little JackSparrers, I speck," said the old man ;" dey wuz allersbodder'n' longer udder fokes's bizness, en dey keeps atit down ter dis day peckin' yer, en pickin' dar, en