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AS A WEATHER PROPHET. 259"He's a gwineter regelate de wedder," repliedUncle "Kemus, sententiously. He's a gwineter fix hitup so dat dere won't be so much worriment 'mong dew'ite fokes 'bout de kinder wedder w'at falls to derelot.""He gwine dish em up," suggested one of the olderones, " like man dish out sugar."" No," answered Uncle Remus, mopping his benignfeatures with a very large and very red bandana." He's a gwineter fix um better'n dat. He's a gwineterfix um up so you kin have any kinder wedder w'at youwant widout totin' her home."" How's dat ? " asked some one." Hit's dis way," said the old man, thoughtfully." In co'se you knows w'at kinder wedder you wants.Well, den, w'en de man comes 'long, w'ich Miss Sallysay he will, you des gotter go up dar, pick out yo' wedderan' dere'll be a clock sot fer ter suit yo' case, an'w'en you git home, dere'll be yo' wedder a settin' outin de yard waitin' fer you. I wish he wuz yer now,"the"old man continued. I'd take a p'ar er frosts inmine, ef I kotched cold fer it. Dat's me "!There were various exclamations of assent, and theold man went on his way singing, " Don't you GrieveAtter Me."