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THE OLD MAN'S TROUBLES. 261You'll be slippin' round arter hours some time er nudder,an' you'll slip bodaciously inter de calaboose. Youmine w'at I tell you."" It'smighty cole wedder," said Brer John Henry,evidently wishing to change the subject."Cole!" exclaimed Uncle Kemus; "hit got pas'cole on de quarter stretch. You oughter come to myhouse night 'fo' las'. Den you'd a foun' me 'live an'kickin'.""How's dat?"" Well, I tell you, Brer John Henry, de cole wuz sodat I thunk I'd make acole, an' de kiver wuz so light,raid on Mars John's shingle pile,an' out I goes an'totes in a whole armful.tellsmyroofin' a house.ole 'oman fer ter layDen I gits under de kiver an''em onto me like she wasBimeby she crawls in, an' de shinglesw'at she put on her side fer ter kiver wid, dey all drapoff on de flo'. Den up I gitsan' piles 'em on agin,an'w'en I gitsin bed my shingles draps off, an' dat's deway it wuz de whole blessid night. Fus' it wuz me upan' den de ole 'oman, an' it kep' uspow'ful warm, too,dat kinder exercise. Oh, you oughter drapt roun' 'boutdat time, Brer John Henry. You'd a year'd sho' nuff"cussin' !" You don't tell me, Brer Remus !"My ole 'oman say de Ole Boy wouldn't a foun' ariper nigger, ef he wer' ter scour de country fum Ferginnyter de Alabam "!"