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THE PHONOGRAPH. 229sump'n' put on it, an' de drug man he 'lowed dat I betterhave 'er draw'd, an' his wuds wuzent more'n cole'fo' wunner deze yer watchyoumaycollums wunnerdeze dentis' mens had retched fer it wid a pa'r ertongs w'at don't tu'n loose w'en dey ketches a holt.Leas'ways dey didn't wid me. You oughter seed dattoof ,boss. Hit wuz wunner deze yer f o'-prong fellers.Ef she'd a grow'd wrong eend out'ard, I'd a bin a badnigger long arter I jin'd de chu'ch. You year'd my"ho'n !VII.THE PHONOGRAPH." UNC REMUS," asked a tall, awkward-looking negro,who was one of a crowd surrounding the old man," w'at's dish 'ere w'at dey calls de fonygraf dish yerinst'ument w'at kin holler 'roun' like little chillun in deback yard? "" I ain't seed um," said Uncle Eemus, feeling in hispocket for a fresh chew of tobacco. " I ain't seed um,but I year talk un um. Miss Sally wuz a readin' in depapers las' Chuseday, an' she say dat's it's a mighty bigwatchyoumaycollum.""A mighty big w'ich ? " asked one of the crowd."A mighty big w'atzisname," answered Uncle Remus,cautiously." I wuzent up dar close to whar Miss