DEY tells me you done jine de chuch, said Uncle Remus to
Yes, sir, responded Charley, gravely, dats so.
Well, Im mighty glad er dat, remarked Uncle Remus, with unction. Its bout time dat I wuz spectin fer ter hear
tin you in de chain-gang, an, stidder dat, hits de chuch. Well, dey
aint no tellin deze days whar a niggers gwineter lan.
Yes, responded Charley, straightening himself up and speaking
in a dignified tone, yes, rm fixin to do better. Im preparin fer to
shake worldliness. Im done quit soshatin wid deze wite town
boys. Deyve been a goin back on me too rapidly here lately, an now Im
a goin back on dem.
Well, ef you done had de speunce un it, Im mighty glad. Ef you
got lijjun, you better hole on to it twell de las day in de mornin.
Hits mighty good fer ter kyar roun wid you in de day time an
likewise in de night time. Hitll pay you mo dan politics, an ef you
stans up like you oughter, hitll 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, Im goin to stick, Uncle Remus. You kin put your money on
dat. Deze town boys cant play no more tiv dere games on me. Im
fixed. Cant you lend me a dime, Uncle Remus, to buy me a pie?
Im dat hongry dat my stomach is gittin ready to go in monin.
Uncle Remus eyed Charley curiously a moment, while the latter
looked quietly at his timber toe. Finally, the old man sighed and
How long is you bin in de chuch, son?
Mighty near a week, replied Charley.
Well, lemme tell you dis, now, fo you go enny fudder. You aint
bin in dar long nuff fer ter go roun takin tip conterbutions. Wait
ontwell you gits Sorter seasoned like, an den Ill hunt roun in my
cloze an see ef I cant run out a thrip er two fer you. But dont you
levy taxes too early.
Charley laughed, and said he would let the old man off if he would
treat to a watermelon.