YOUVE been looking like you were rather under the weather for
the past week or two, Uncle Remus, said a gentleman to the old
Youd be sorter puny, too, boss, if youder bin whar I bin.
Where have you been?
Pear ter me like eveybody done year bout dat. Dey aint no ole
nigger my age an size dats had no rattliner time dan I is.
A kind of picnic?
Go long, boss! wat you speck I be doin sailin roun ter dese yer
cullud picnics? Much mo an I wouldnt make bread by wulkiin
fert, let lone follerin up a passel er boys an gals all over keration.
Boss, aint you year bout it, sho nuff?
I havent, really. What was the matter?
I got strucken wid a sickness, an she hit de ole nigger a joe-darter
fo she tun im loose.
What kind of sickness?
Hit look sorter cuous, boss, but ole an steddy ez I is, I tuckn
kotch de meezies.
Oh, get out! You are trying to get up a sensation.
Hits a natal fack, boss, I declar ter grashus ef taint. Dey sorter
come on wid a cole, likeleasways dats how I commence fer ter
suffer, an den er koff got straddle er de coleone dese yer koffs
wat look like bit goes ter de foundashn. I kep on lingern roun
sorter keepin one eye on the rheumatiz an de udder on de
distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer ter feel de trestle-wuk give
way, an den I des knowd dat I wuz givineter gitter racket. I slipt
inter bed one Chuseday night, an I never slip out no mo fer mighty
nigh er mont.
Nex mornin de meezles d done kivered me, an den ef I didnt git
dosted by de ole oman Im a Chinee. She gimme back rashuns er
sassafac tea. I des natally hankered an got hongry atter water, an
evy time I sing out fer water I got bilin hot sassafac tea. Hit got so
dat wen I wake up in de mornin de ole oman d des come long
wid a kittle er tea an fill me up. Dey tells me roun town dat
chilluns dont git hurted wid de meezles, wich ef dey dont I wanter
be a baby de nex time dey hits dis place. All dis yer meezies
bizuess is bran-new ter me. In ole times, fo de wah, I aint heer
tell er no seventy-fi-year-ole nigger grapplin wid no meezies. Dey
aint ketchin no mo, is dey, boss?
Oh, noI suppose not.
Kase ef dey is, youkn des put my name down wid de migrashun