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THE FLORIDA WATERMELON. 251don't. You k'n play yo' pranks on deze yer w'itefokes, but w'en you come a cuttin' up yo' capers roun'me you'll Ian' right in de middle uv er spell er sicknessnow you mine w'at I tell you. An' I ain't gwine ferter put up wid none er yo'sassness nudder let 'loneflingin' watermillion rimes whar I kin git mixt up widum. I done bad nuff watermillions yistiddy an' de daybefo'. 5 '"How was tbat, Uncle Remus ? " asked a gentlemanstanding near."Hit wuz sorter like dis, boss. Las' Chuseday,Mars Jobn he fotch home two er deze yer Flurridywatermillions, an him an' Miss Sally sot down fer tereat um. Mars John an' Miss Sally ain't got nuthin'dat's too good fer me, an' de fus news I know'd MissSally wuz a hollerin' fer Remus. I done smelt dewatermillion on de a'r, an' I ain't got no better sensedan fer ter go w'en I years w'ite fokes a hollerin' Ilarnt dat w'en I wa'n't so high. Leas'ways I gallopedup ter de back po'ch, an' dar sot de watermillions dezez natchul ez ef dey'd er bin raised on de ole Spiveyplace in Putmon County. Den Miss Sally, she cut meoff er slishe wunner deze yer ongodly slishes, big ezyo' hat, an' I sot down on de steps an' wrop myse'froun' de whole blessid chunk, 'cepin' de rime." UncleRemus paused and laid his hand upon his stomach asif feeling for something." "Well, old man, what then ?