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228 HIS SAYINGS.little ache sorter crawlin' 'long on my jaw-bone, kinderfeelin' his way. But de ache don't stay long. Hesorter hankered 'roun' like, en den crope back whar hecome fum.Bimeby I feel 'im comin' agin,an' dis timehit look like he come up closer kinder skummishin''roun' fer ter see how de Ian' lay.Den he went off.Present'y I feel 'im comin', an' dis time hit look likehe kyar'd de news unto Mary, fer hit feel like der wuzanudder wun wid 'im.an' den dey crope off.Dey crep' up an' crep' 'roun',Bimeby dey come back, an' distime dey come like dey wuzent 'fear'd er de s'roundin's,fer dey trot right up unto de toof, sorter zamine it like,an' den trot all roun' it, like deze yer circuous hosses.I sot dar mighty ca'm, but I spected dat sump'n' wuzgwine ter happ'n."" And ithappened, did it ? " asked some one in thegroup surrounding the old man." Boss, don't you fergit it," responded Uncle Kemus,fervidly."Wen dem aches gallop back dey gallopedfer ter stay, an' dey wuz so mixed up dat I couldn't tellone fum de udder.All night long dey racked an' deygalloped, an' w'en dey got tired er rackin' an' gallopin',dey all close in on de ole toof an' thumped it an' gougedat it twel it 'peared unto me dat dey had got de jawboneloosened up, an' wuz tryin' fer ter fetch itup thoode top er my head an' out at der back er my neck.An' dey got wuss nex' day.Mars John, he seed I wuz'stracted, an' he tole me fer ter go roun' yere an' git