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136 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION.sta'rs fer to gitsatisfaction ; big Bill Fray, he rulede day, eve'ything he call fer come one, two by three.Gwine 'long one day, met Johnny Huby, ax him grinenine yards er steel fer me, tole me w'ich he couldn't ;den I hist 'im over Hickerson Dickerson's barn-doors ;knock 'im ninety-nine miles under water, w'en he rise,he rise in Pike straddle uu a hanspike, en I lef ''im darsmokin' er de hornpipe, Juba reda seda breda.AuntKate at de gate ;I want to eat, she fry de meat engimme skin, w'ich I fling it back "agin. Juba !All this, rattled off at a rapid rate and with apparentseriousness, was calculated to puzzle the little boy, andhe slipped into his accustomed seat with an expressionof awed bewilderment upon his face." Hit's all des dat away, honey," continued the oldman, with the air of one who had just given an importantpiece of information." En w'en you bin cas'nshadders long ez de ole nigger, den you'll fine out who'sw'ich, en w'ich's who."The littleboy made no response. He was in thoroughsympathy with all the whims and humors of theoldman, and his capacity for enjoying them was largeenough to include even those he could not understand.Uncle Remus was finishing an axe-handle, and uponthese occasions it was his custom to allow the child tohold one end while he applied sand-paper to the other.These relations were pretty soon established, to the mutualsatisfaction of the parties most interested, and the