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THAT DECEITFUL JUG. 245seed none yit ;an' deze yer flagsan' Jacob's lathers, Iain't seed dem, nudder.""Dey er dar, Brer Kemus."" Hit's des like I tell you, Brer Ab. I ain't 'sputin''bout it,but I ain't seed um, an' I don't take no chancesdeze days on dat w'at I don't see, an' dat w'at I sees Igot ter 'zamine mighty close. Lemme tell you dis,Brer Ab don't :you let deze sines onsettle you. Wenold man Gabrile toot his ho'n, he ain't gwinter hangno sine out in de winder-panes, an' when ole FadderJacob lets down dat lather er his'n you'll be mighty ap'fer ter hear de racket. An' don't you bodder widjedgment-day. isJedgment-day lierbul fer ter takekeer un itse'f."" Dat's so, Brer Kemus.""Hit's bleedzed ter be so, Brer Ab. Hit don'tbodder me. Hit's done got so now dat w'en I gotterpone er bread, an' a rasher er bacon, an' nuff grease ferter make gravy, I ain't keerin' much w'edder fokes seesghos'es er no."XIV.THAT DECEITFUL JUG.UNCLE REMUS was in good humor one eveningrecently when he dropped casually into the editorialroom of "The Constitution," as has been his customfor the past year or two. He had a bag slung across