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218 HIS SAYINGS.Boy, an' she kep' on lippin' up an' slingin'ban's twel bimeby Uip ! she tuck Sis Beckyout 'erin demouf, an' den Sis Becky rizan' fetch a grab at Sis Tempy,an' I 'clar' ter grashus efdidn't 'pear ter me like shegot a poun' er wool. Atterdat de revivin' sorter het uplike. Bofe un um had kin'mong de mo'ners, an' efyouever see skufflin' an'scramblin' hit wuz den an'dar. Brer Jeems Henry,he mounted Brer Plato an'rid 'irn over de railin', an' den de preacher he startdown fum de pulpit, an' des ez he wuz skippin' enterde flatform a hyme-book kotch 'im in de bur er deyear, an' I be bless ef it didn't soun' like a bungshell'dbusted. Des den, Brer Jesse, he riz up in hisBeat, sorter keerless like, an' went down inter hisbritches atter his razer, an' right den I know'd sho*nuff trubble wuz begun.Sis Dilsey, she seed it herse'f,an' she tuck'n let off wunner dem hallyluyah hollers,an' den I disremember w'at come ter pass." I'm gittin' sorter ole, Brer Eastus, an' it seem likede dus' sorter shet out de pannyrammer. Fuddermo',my lim's got ter akin, mo' speshully w'en I year BrerSim an' Brer Dick a snortin' and a skufflin under de