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A PLANTATION WITCH. 151asked." What's the matter, Uncle Kemus ? " the youngster" Nujff de matter, honey mo' dan dey's enny kyofer. Ef dey ain't some quare gwines on 'roun' displace I ain't name Remus."The serious tone of the old man caused the littleboy to open his eyes.The moon, just at its full, castlong, vague, wavering shadows in front of the cabin.A colony of tree-frogs somewhere in the distance weretreating their neighbors to a serenade, but tothe littleboy it sounded like a chorus of lost and long-forgottenwhistlers. The sound was wherever the imaginationchose to locate it to the right, to the left, in the air,on the ground, far away or near at hand, but alwaysdim and always indistinct. Something in Uncle Remus'stone exactly fitted all these surroundings, and thechild nestled closer to the old man." Yasser," continued Uncle Remus, with an ominoussigh and mysterious shake of the head, " ef dey ain'tsome quare gwines on in dish yer naberhood, den I'mde ball-headest creetur 'twix' dis en nex' Jinawerry wuza year 'go, w'ich I knows I ain't." What is it,Uncle Remus ? "Dat's what."" I know Mars John bin drivin' Cholly sorter hardter-day, en I say ter myse'f dat I'd drap 'roun' 'bout dus'en fling nudder year er corn in de troff en kinder gin'im a techin' up wid de kurrier-koam ;en bless grashus !I ain't bin in de lot mo'n a minnit 'fo' I seed sump'n