UNCLE REMUS AND THE EMIGRANTS.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3135, 6 March 1879, Page 4

UNCLE REMUS AND THE EMIGRANTS.

When Uncle Eemus went down to the car-shed yesterday morning to mail some delayed copies of the " Constitution," the first sight that caught his eye was an old negro man, a woman, and two children sitting in the shade near the door of Gaptain Ballard's baggage repository. One of the children was very young, and the quartette was altogether ragged and forlorn looking. "The sympathies of Uncle Remus were immediately aroused. He approached the group by forced marches, and finally unburdened his curiosity— " What is ye m'anderin' unto, pard ?'' The old negro, who seemed to be rather suspicious, looked at Uncle Remus coolly, and appeared to be considering whether he should make any reply. Finally, however, he stretched himself and said —" We'se gwine down in de neighborhoods er Tallypoosy, an' we ain't makin' no fuss 'bout it, nudder." " I disremember," said Uncle Remus thougtfully, " whar Tallypoosy is." " Oh, hit's out yan," replied old man, motioning his head as if it was just beyond the iron gates of the dep6t. " Hit's down in Alabama. When we get dar, maybe we'll go on 'twell we gits ter Massassip." "Is you got enny folks out dar?" inquired Uncle Remus. " None dat I knows on.", "An' you're taking dis 'oman an dese chillun out dar whar dey dunno nobody ? Whar's yo' prowissions !" eyeing a chest with a rope around it. "Dem's our bedcloze,"- the old negro exclained, noticing the glance of Uncle Remus. " All de vittlei what we got, we et 'fo' we started." "An yer spec to retch dar safe an' soun' P Whor'a yo' ticket ? " " Ain't got none. De man sed ez how dey'd pass us thu. I gin a fi'-dollar bill 'fo' I lef Jonesboro', and he said dat settled it." " Lemme tell you dis," said Uncle Remus, straightening up, indignantly, "you go an' rob somebody, and git on the chain-gang and let the 'oman scratch 'roun' here an' make 'er livin,' but don't you get on dem kyars— don't you do it. Yo' bes* holt is the chain gang. You can make yo' livin' dar w'en yo' can't make it nowhar else. You ax Mars Wilkes Ballard ef you can't. But don't you get on dem kyars. . Ef you do, youer gone nigger. Ef you ain't got no money ter walk back wid, you better dcs b'ild your nest right here. I'm a talkin' wid the bark on. I done seed deso yer Arkansaw emmygrants come lopein' back, an' some un 'em didn't have rags 'nuff on dem fer ter hide der nakidness. You leave dat box wid Mars Wilkes Ballard, an' let the 'oman take wun young un, an' you take the utter wun, and 'den you git in de middle cr de big road, an' pull out for de place whar you cum fum. I'm preachin', now." Those who watched say the quartette didn't take the cars.— Atlanta Constitution.