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236 HIS SAYINGS.Dey ain't no ole nigger my age an' size dat's had norattliner time dan I is.""A kind of picnic?"" Go 'long, boss w'at !you speck I be doin' sailin*'roun' ter dese yer cullud picnics? Much mo' an' Iwouldn't make bread by wukkin fer't,let 'lone follerin*up a passel er boys an' gals all over keration. Boss,ain't you year 'bout it,sho' 'nuff ?"" I haven't, really. What was the matter ? "" I got strucken wid a sickness, an' she hit de olenigger a joe-darter 'fo' she tu'n 'im loose."I is,I tuck'n kotch de meezles."" Oh, get out ! You are trying to get up a sensation."" What kind of sickness ? "" Hit look sorter cu'ous, boss, but ole an' steddy ez"Hit's a natal fack, boss, I declar' ter grashus ef'tain't.Dey sorter come on wid a cole, like leas'waysdat's how I commence fer ter suffer, an' den er koffgot straddle er de cole one dese yerkoffs w'at looklike hit goes ter de foundash'n. I kep' on linger'n''roun' sorter keepin' one eye on the rheumatiz an' deudder on de distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer terfeel de trestle-wuk give way, an' den I des know'd datI wuz gwineter gitter racket. I slipt inter bed oneChuseday night, an' I never slip out no mo' fer mighty.nigh er mont'." Nex' mornin' de meezles 'd done kivered me, an'