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'Duz you wanter purchis dem hogs？'
〃'Oh； no；' sezee； 'I wnz des lookin' at dere p'ints。'
〃'Well； dey ain't p'intin' yo' way； sez I； 'an'； fuddermo'； ef you don't bodder longer dem hogs dey ain't gwineter clime outer dat pen an' 'tack you； nudder；'〃 sez I。
〃An' I boun'；〃 continued Uncle Remus； driving the corn…cob stopper a little tighter in his deceitful jug and gathering up his bag…〃an' I boun' dat my ole muskitil go off 'tween me an' dat same nigger yit； an' he'll be at de bad een'； an' dis seetful jugll 'fuse ter go ter de funer'l。〃
XV THE FLORIDA WATERMELON
'LOOK； yer； boy；〃 said Uncle Remus yesterday； Stopping near the railroad crossing on Whitehall Street； and gazing ferociously at a small colored youth； 〃look yer； boy； Ill lay you out flat ef you come flingin' yo' watermillion rimes under my foot…you watch ef I don't。 You k'n play yo' pranks on deze yer w'ite fokes； but w'en you come a cuttin' up yo' capers roun me youil Ian' right in de middle uv er spell er sickness…now you mine w'at I tell you。 An' I ain't gwine fer ter put up wid none er yo' sassness nudder …let 'lone flingin' watermillion rimes whar I kin git niixt up wid um。 I done had nuff watermillions yisfiddy an' de day befo'。〃
〃How was that； Uncle Remus？〃 asked a gentleman standing near。
〃Hit wuz sorter like dis； boss。 Las' Chuseday； Mars John he fotch home two er deze yer Flurridy watermillions； an him an' Miss Sally sot down fer ter eat tim。 Mars John an' Miss Sally ain't got nuthin' dat's too good fer me； an' de fus news I know'd Miss Sally wuz a hollerin' fer Remus。 I done smelt de watermillion on de a'r； an' I ain't got no better sense dan fer ter go w'en I years w'ite fokes a hollerin'…I larnt dat w'en I wa'n't so high。 Leas'ways I galloped up ter de back po'ch； an' dar sot de watermillions dez ez natchul ez ef dey'd er bin raised on de ole Spivey place in Putmon County。 Den Miss Sally； she cut me off er slishe…wunner deze yer ongodly slishes； big ez yo' hat； an' I sot down on de Steps an' wrop myse'f roun' de whole blessid chunk； 'cepin' de rime〃 Uncle Remus paused and laid his hand upon his stomach as if feeling for something。
〃Well； old man； what then？〃
〃Dat's w'at I'm a gittin' at； boss；〃 said Uncle Remus； smiling a feeble smile。 〃I santered roun' 'bout er half nour； an den I begin fer ter feel sorter squeemish…sorter like I done bin an； swoller'd 'bout fo' poun's off'n de ruff een' uv er scantlin'。 Look like ter me dat I wuz gwineter be sick； an' den hit look like I wuzent。 Bimeby a little pain showed 'is head an' sorter m'andered roun' like he wuz a lookin' fer a good place fer ter ketch holt； an' den a great big pain jump up an' take atter de little one an' chase 'im 'roun' an' 'roun；' an' he mus' er kotch 'im； kaze bimeby de big pain retch down an' grab dis yer lef' leg…so…an' haul 'im up； an' den he retch down an grab de udder one an' pull him up； an' den de wah begun； sho nuff。 Fer mighty nigh fo' hours dey kep' up dat racket； an' des ez soon ez a little pain 'ud jump up de bigun 'ud light onter it an' gobble it up； an' den de big tin 'ud go sailin' roun' huntin' fer mo'。 some fokes is mighty cu'us； dough。 Nex' mornin' I hear Miss Sally a laughin'； an' singin' an' a w'isslin' des like dey want no watermillions raise in Flurridy。 But somebody better pen dis yer nigger boy up w'en I'm on de town…I kin tell you dat。〃
XV UNCLE REMUS PREACHES TO A CONVERT
〃DEY tells me you done jine de chu'ch；〃 said Uncle Remus to Pegleg Charley。
〃Yes； sir；〃 responded Charley； gravely； 〃dat's so。〃
〃Well； I'm mighty glad er dat；〃 remarked Uncle
Remus； with unction。 〃It's 'bout time dat I wuz spectin' fer ter hear tin you in de chain…gang； an； stidder dat； hit's de chu'ch。 Well； dey ain't no tellin' deze days whar a nigger's gwineter lan'。〃
〃Yes；〃 responded Charley； straightening himself up and speaking in a dignified tone； 〃yes； rm fixin' to do better。 I'm preparin' fer to shake worldliness。 rm done quit so'shatin' wid deze w'ite town boys。
Dey've been a goin' back on me too rapidly here lately； an' now I'm a goin' back on dem。〃
〃Well； ef you done had de speunce un it； I'm mighty glad。 Ef you got lijjun； you better hole on to it 'twell de las' day in de mornin'。 Hit's mighty good fer ter kyar' 'roun' wid you in de day time an' likewise in de night time。 Hit'll pay you mo' dan politics； an' ef you stan's up like you oughter； hit'll las' longer dan a bone…fellum。 But you wanter have one er deze yer ole…time grips； an' you des gotter shet yo' eyes an' swing on like wunner deze yer bull…tarrier dogs。〃
〃Oh； I'm goin' to stick； Uncle Remus。 You kin put your money on dat。 Deze town boys can't play no more tiv dere games on me。 I'm fixed。 Can't you lend me a dime； Uncle Remus； to buy me a pie？ I'm dat hongry dat my stomach is gittin' ready to go in mo'nin。
Uncle Remus eyed Charley curiously a moment； while the latter looked quietly at his timber toe。 Finally； the old man sighed and spoke：
〃How long is you bin in de chu'ch； son？〃
〃Mighty near a week；〃 replied Charley。
〃Well； lemme tell you dis； now； 'fo' you go enny fudder。 You ain't bin in dar long nuff fer ter go 'roun' takin tip conterbutions。 Wait ontwell you gits Sorter seasoned like； an' dcn I'll hunt 'roun' in my doze an' see ef I can't run out a thrip er two fer you。 But don't you levy taxes too early。〃
Charley laughed； and said he would let the old man off if he would treat to a watermelon。
XVII AS TO EDUCATION
As Uncle Remus came up Whitehall Street recently； he met a little colored boy carrying a slate and a number of books。 Some words passed between them； but their exact purport will probably never be known。 They were unpleasant； for the attention of a wandering policeman was called to the matter by hearing the old man bawl out：
〃Don't you come foolin' longer me； nigger。 Youer flippin' yo' sass at de wrong color。 You k'n go roun' yer an' sass deze w'ite people； an' maybe dey'll stan' it； but w'en you come a slingin' yo' jaw at a man w'at wuz gray w'en de fahmin' days gin out； you better go an' git yo' hide greased。〃
〃What's the matter； old man？〃 asked a sympathizing policeman。
〃Nothin'； boss； 'ceppin I ain't gwineter hav' no nigger chillun a hoopin' an' a hollerin' at me w'en I'm gwine long de streets。〃
〃0h； well； school…children…you know how they are。
〃Dat's w'at make I say w'at I dtiz。 Dey better be home pickin' tip chips。 W'at a nigger gwineter Yarn outen books？ I kin take a ba4 stave an' fling mo' sense inter a nigger in one minnit dan all de schoolhouses betwixt dis en de State er Midgigin。 Don't talk； honey！ Wid one bar'l stave I kin fa'rly lif' de vail er ignunce。〃
〃Then you don't believe in education？〃
〃Hit's de ruinashun er dis country。 Look at my gal。 De ole 'oman sont 'er ter school las' year； an' now we dassent hardly ax 'er fer ter kyar de washin' home。
She done got beyant 'er bizness。 I ain't larut nuthin' in books； 'en yit I kin count all de money I gits。 No use talkin'； boss。 Put a spellin'…book in a nigger's han's； en right den en dar' you loozes a plow…hand。 I done had de speunce un it。〃
XVIII A TEMPERANCE REFORMER
〃Yer come Uncle Remus；〃 said a well…dressed negro； who was standing on the sid