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224 HIS SAYINGS.an' picks it up. I ain't no ban' at figgers, but I lay Ik'n count up right yer in de san' en number up howmenny days hit'll be 'fo' you'er cuppledon ter dechain-gang."" De ole man's holler 'n now sho'," said one of thelisteners, gazing with admiration on the venerable olddarkey."I ain't takin' no chances 'bout vittles. Hit'sproned inter me fum de fus dat I got ter eat, en Iknows dat I got fer ter grub fer w'at I gits. Hit'sagin de mor'l law fer niggers fer ter eat w'en deydon't wuk, an' w'en you see um 'pariently fattenin' ona'r, you k'n des bet dat ruinashun's gwine on some'rs.I got mustard, en poke salid, en lam's quarter in datEfbaskit, en me en my ole 'oman gwineter sample it.enny you boys git a invite you come, but ef you don'tyou better stay 'way. I gotter muskit out dar w'at'sused ter persidin''roun' whar dey's a cripple nigger.Don't you fergit dat off'n yo' mine."v.A CONFESSION." WAT'S dis yer I see, great big niggers gwine'lopin' 'roun' town wid cakes 'n piesfer ter sell ?"asked Uncle Remus recently,in his most scornful tone.