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158 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION.smif bin spreein' 'roun' en cussin' might'lj, he hear asorter rustlin' fuss at de do', en in walk de Bad Man."" Who, Uncle Kemus " ? the littleboy asked."De Bad Man, honey; de Ole Boy hisse'f rightfresh from de ridjun w'at you year Miss Sally readin''bout. He done hide his hawns, en his tail,en hishoof, en he come dress up like w'ite fokes. He tuckoff his hat en he bow, en den he tell de blacksmif whohe is,en dat he done come atter 'im. Den de blacksmif,he gun ter cry en beg, en he beg sohard en hecry so loud dat de Bad Man say he make a trade wid'im. At de een' er one year de sperit er de blacksmifwuz to be his'n en endurin' er dat time de blacksmifmus' put in his hottes' licks in de intruss er de BadMan, en den he put a spell on de cheer de blacksmifwas settin' in, en on his sludge-hammer. De manw'at sot in de cheer couldn't git upless'n de blacksmiflet 'im, en de man w'at pick up de sludge 'udhatter keep on knockin' wid it twel de blacksmif sayquit en den he ;gun 'im money plenty, en off he put." De blacksmif, he sail in fer ter have his fun, en hehave so much dat he done clean forgot 'bout his contrack,but bimeby, one day he look down de road, endar he see de Bad Man comin', en den he know'd deyear wuz out. Wen de Bad Man got in de do', deblacksmif wuz poundin' 'way at a hoss-shoe, but hewa'n't so bizzy dat he didn't ax 'im in. De Bad Mansorter do like he ain't got no time fer ter tarry, but de