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250 HIS SAYINGS.dey '11 be tryin' fer ter scrape up 'quaintence wid dedog. Wen dey passes now dey looks at de chickencoopan' at de tater-patch. Wen you see niggersgittin' dat familious, you kin 'pen' on dere campin'wid you de ballunce er de season. Day 'fo' yistiddyI kotch one un um lookin' over de fence atmy shoats,an' I. sez, sez I :" 'Duz you wanter purchis dem hogs? '" 'Oh, no,' sezee, 'I wuz des lookin' at dere p'ints.'"'Well, dey ain't p'intin' yo' way,' sez I, 'an',fuddermo', ef you don'tbodder 'longer dem hogs deyain't gwineter clime outer dat pen an' 'tack you,nudder,' sez I."An' I boun'," continued Uncle Kemus, driving thecorn-cob stopper a little tighter in his deceitful jug andgathering up his bag" an' I boun' dat my ole muskit'llgo off 'tween me an' dat same nigger yit, an' he'll be atde bad een', an' dis seetful jug'll 'fuse ter go ter defuner'l."xv.THE FLORIDA WATERMELON."LooK yer, boy," said Uncle Kemus yesterday,stopping near the railroad crossing on Whitehall Street,and gazing ferociously at a small colored "youth ; lookyer, boy, I'll lay you out flat ef you come flingin' yo'watermillion rimes under my foot youwatch ef I