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234 HIS SAYINGS.an' I shaky you by de ban'. Wey you gwan ? Dey noplace yer wey we git wine "?Uncle Remus stared at the strange darkey curiouslyfor a moment, and then he seized him by the arm." Come yer, son, whar dey ain't no folks an'lemme drap some Jawjy 'intment in dem years er-yone.Youer mighty furways fum home,an' you wanter bea lookin' out feryo'se'f. Fusand fo'mus,youerthumpupde wrongchube. I ain't tromped roun' de country much. Iain't bin to Charlstun an' needer is I tuck in Savanny ;but you couldn't rig up no game on me dat I wouldn'ttumble on to it de minit I laid my eyeballs on you.T^'en hit come ter dat I'm ole man Tumbler, fumTumblersville I is dat. Hit takes one er deze yerfull-blooded w'ite men fur ter trap my jedgment. Butw'en a nigger comes a jabberin''roun' like he gotamouf full er rice straw, he ain't got no mo' chance'long side er me dan a sick sparrer wid a squinch-owl.You gotter travel wid a circus 'fo'you gits away wid