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me.A CASE OF MEASLES. 235You better go 'long an' git yo' kyarpet-sack andskip de town. Youer de freshest nigger w'at I seenyit."The Charleston negro passed on just as a policemancame up."Boss, you see dat smart Ellick ? "" Yes ;what's the matter with him ? "" He's one er deze yer scurshun niggers from Charlstun.I seed you a stannin' over agin de cornder yander,an' ef dat nigger'd a drawd his monty kyards onme, I wuz a gwineter holler fer you. Would youercome, boss ? ""Why, certainly, Uncle Eemus.""Dat's w'at I 'lowd. Little more'n he'd a binaboard er de wrong waggin.Dat's w'at he'd a bin."A CASE OF MEASLES." YOU'VE been looking like you were rather underthe weather for the past week or two, Uncle Remus,"said a gentleman to the old man." You'd be sorter puny, too, boss, if you'der bin-whar I bin."" Where have you been ? "" Tear ter me like ev'eybocly done year 'bout dat.