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212 A STORY OP THE WAR.I know'd dat man wuz gwineter shoot Mars Jeems efhe could, en dat wuz mo'n I could stan'.Manys enmanys de time dat I nuss dat boy, en hilt 'im in desearms, en toted 'im on dis back, en w'en I see datYankee lay dat gun'cross a lim' en take aim at Marsen letJeems I up wid my ole rifle, en shet my eyesde man have all she had."" Do you mean to say," exclaimed Miss Theodosia,indignantly, " that you shot the Union soldier, whenyou knew he was fighting for your freedom ? ""Co'se, I know all about dat," responded UncleRemus, " en it sorter made cole chills run up myback ;but w'en I see dat man take aim, en MarsJeems gwine home ter Ole Miss en Miss Sally, I desdisremembered all 'bout freedom en lammed aloose.En den atter dat, me en Miss Sally tuck en nuss deman right straight along. He los' one arm in dat treebizness, but me en Miss Sally we nuss 'imen we nuss'im twel he done got well. Des 'bout dat time I quitnuss'n 'im, but Miss Sally she kep' on.She kep' on,"continued Uncle Remus, pointing to Mr. Huntingdon," en now dar he is."" But you cost him an arm," exclaimed Miss Theo^dosia." I gin 'im dem," said Uncle Remus, pointing toMrs. Huntingdon, "en I gin 'im deze" holding uphis own brawny arms." En ef dem ain't nufl: ferenny man den I done los' de way."