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n' dar trubble sails in an' 'gages bode fer de season。 I speck rm ez fon' er deze Nunited States ez de nex' man w'at knows dat de Buro is busted up； but long ez Remus kin stan' on his hine legs no Mobile nigger can't flip inter dis town longer no Wes' P'int 'schushun an' boss 'roun' 'mong de cullud fokes。 Dat's me； up an' down； an' I bonn' dere's a nigger some'rs on de road dis blessid day dat's got dis put away in his 'membunce。〃
〃How did he happen to get you down and maul you in this startling manner？〃 asked the commencement orator； with a tone of exaggerated sympathy in his voice。
〃Maul who？〃 exclaimed Uncle Remus； indignantly。 〃Maul who？ Boss； de nigger dat mauled me ain't bomded yit； an' dey er got ter have anudder war 'fo one is bomded。〃
〃Well； what was the trouble？〃
〃Hit wnz sorter dis way； boss。 I wnz stannin' down dere by Mars John Jeems's bank； chattin' wid Sis Tempy； w'ich I ain't seed 'er befo' now gwine on seven year； an' watchin' de folks trompin' by； w'en one er deze yer slick…lookin' niggers； wid a bee…gum hat an' a brass watch ez big ez de head uv a beerbar'l； come long an' bresh up agin me…so。 Dere wuz two un um； an' dey went long gigglin' an' laffin' like a nes'ful er yaller…hammers。 Bimeby dey come long agin an' de smart Ellick brush up by me once mo'。 Den I say to myse'f； 'I lay I fetch you ef you gimme anudder invite。' An'； sho' 'nuff； yer he come agin； an' dis time he rub a piece er watermillion rime under my lef' year。
〃What did you do？〃
〃Me？ I'm a mighty long…sufferin' nigger； but he hadn't no mo'n totch me 'fo' I flung dese yer bones in his face。〃 Here Uncle Remus held up his damaged hand triumphantly。 〃I sorter spramed my han'； boss； but dog my cats if I don't bleeve I spattered de nig ger's eyeballs on de groun'； and w'en he riz his count'nence look fresh like beef…haslett。 I look mighty spindlin' an' puny now； don't I； boss？〃 inqufred the old man； with great apparent earnestness。
〃Rather。〃
〃Well； you des oughter see me git my Affikin up。 Dey useter call me er bad nigger long 'fo' de war； an hit looks like ter me dat I gits wnss an' wnss。 Brer John Henry say dat I oughter supdue my rashfulness； an' I don't 'spute it； but tu'n a Mobile nigger loose in dis town； fote er July or no fote er July； an'； me er him； one is got ter lan' in jail。 Hit's proned inter me。
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