Untitled

156 LEGENDS OP THE OLD PLANTATION.sorter shuffle 'long, but he gun up cunjun, en ef derewuz enny mo' witches in dat settlement dey kep'mighty close, en dat nigger he ain't skunt hisse'f nomo' not endurin' er my 'membunce."The result of this was that Uncle Remus had totake the littleboy by the hand and gothe " big house,"with him towhich the old man was not loath todo ; and, when the child went to bed, he lay awake along time expecting an unseemly visitationmysterious source. It soothed him, however,from someto hearthe strong, musical voice of his sable patron, not veryfar away, tenderly contending with a lusty tune ;andto this accompaniment the little boy dropped asleep :" Hit's eighteen hunder'd, forty-en-eight,Christ done made dat crooked way straightEn I don't wanter stay here no longer ;Hit's eighteen hunder'd, forty-en-nine,Christ done turn dat water inter wine-En I don't wanter stay here no longer.""JA CKY-MY-LANTERN." *UPON his next visit to Uncle Remus, the little boywas exceedingly anxious to know more about witches,* This story is popular on the coast and among the rice-plantations,and, since the publication of some of the animal-myths in the