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226 HIS SAYINGS.'twixt dis an' Chrismus. An' de nigger w'at k'ntrapes 'round wid pies and not git in no alley-way an'sample um, den I'm bleedzd ter say dat nigger outniggersme an' "my fambly. So dar now !UNCLE REMUS WITH THE TOOTHACHE.WHEN Uncle Remus put in an appearance onemorning recently, his friends knew he had been introuble. He had a red cotton handkerchief tied underhis chin, and the genial humor that usually makes hisaged face its dwelling-place had given way to an expressionof grim melancholy. The young men aboutthe office were inclined to chaff him, but his look ofsullen resignation remained unchanged." What revival did you attend last night ? " inquiredone." What was the color of the mule that did the hammering" ? asked another." I always told the old man that a suburban chicken,coop would fall on him," remarked some one."A strange pig has been squealing in his ear," sug>gested some one else.But Uncle Remus remained impassive. He seemedto have lost all interest in what was going on aroundhim, and he sighed heavily as he seatedhimself on the