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204 A STORY OF THE WAR.The old man chuckled, and gave the horses a gentlerap with the whip."Who? Me! Iknow'd you by de faver. Datboy er Mars John's is de ve'y spit en immij un you.I'd a know'd you in New 'Leens, let 'lone down dar inde kyar-shed."This was Miss Theodosia's introduction to UncleRemus. One Sunday afternoon, a few weeks afterher arrival, the family were assembled in the piazzaenjoying the mild weather. Mr. Huntingdon wasreading a newspaper; his wife was crooning softlyas she rocked the baby to sleep; and the little boywas endeavoring to show his Aunt Dosia the outlinesof Kennesaw Mountain through the purplehaze that hung like a wonderfullyfashioned curtainin the sky and almost obliterated the horizon.While they were thus engaged, Uncle Remuscame around the corner of the house, talking to himself." "Dey er too lazy ter wuk," he was saying, en deyspecks hones' fokes fer ter stan' up en s'port um. I'mgwine down ter Putmon County whar Mars Jeems isdat's w'at I'm agwine ter do."" What's the matter now, Uncle Remus ? " inquiredMr. Huntingdon, folding up his newspaper."Nuthin' 'tall, Mars John, 'ceppin deze yer sunshineniggers.Dey begs my terbacker, en borrys mytools, en stealsmy vittles, en hit's done come ter dat