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232 HIS SAYINGS."Oh, dey er movin'," respondedUncle Remus" Dey er sorter comin' 'roun'. Dey er gittin' so deyb'leeve dat dey ain't no better dan dew'ite fokes. Wen freedom comeout de niggers sorter got derehumps up, an' dey staid dat way,twel bimeby dey begun fer ter githongry, an' den dey begunfer terdrap inter line right srnartually ;an'now," continued the old man, em-"phatically, dey er des ez palaverousez dey wuz befo' de war. Deyer gittin' on solid groun', mon."" You think they are improving,then?""Youer chawin' guv'nment now, boss. You slapde law onter a nigger a time er two, an' larn 'im dathe's got fer to look atter his own rashuns an' keepout'n udder fokes's chick'n-coops, an' sorter coax 'iminter de idee dat he's got ter feed 'is own chilluns, an'I be blessed ef you ain't got 'im on risin' groun'.An',mo'n dat, w'en he gits holt er de fack dat a nigger k'nhave yaller fever same ez w'ite folks, you done got'im on de mo'ners' bench, an' den ef you come downstrong on de p'int dat he oughter stan' fas' by defokes w'at hope him w'en he wuz in trouble de job'sdone. Wen you does dat, ef you ain't got yo' han'son a new-made nigger, den my name ain't Remus,