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230 HIS SAYINGS.Sarah wuz a readin', but I kinder geddered in dat itwuz one er deze 'ere w'atzfsnames w'at you hollereinter one year an' it comesout er de udder. Hit'smighty funny unter mehow dese fokes kin goan' prognosticate dereckoes inter one erdeze yer i'on boxes,an' dar hit'll stay ontwel de man comes'long an' tu'ns de handle an'let's de fuss come pilin' out.Bimeby dey'll git termakin' sho' nuff fokes, an' den dere'll be a racket'roun' here. Dey tells me dat it goesoff like one erdeze yer torpedoes."" You year dat, don't you " ? said one or two ofthe younger negroes." Dat's w'at dey tells me," continued Uncle Eemus."Dat's w'at dey sez. Hit's one er deze yer kinderw'atzisnames w'at sasses back w'en you hollers at it.""Wat dey fix urn fer, den ? " asked one of thepractical negroes."Dat's w'at I wanter know," said Uncle Kemus,contemplatively. "But dat's w'at Miss Sally wuz areadin' in de paper. All you gotter do is ter holler atde box, an' dar's yo' remarks. Dey goes in, an' dardey er tooken and dar dey hangs on twel you shakes