ory as thoroughly as the little
boy.

"'E one fine tale. 'E mekky me lahff tell tear is come in me y-eye," the
old African said. And somehow or other 'Tildy seemed to forget her
pretended animosity to Daddy Jack, and smiled on him as pleasantly as
she did on the others. Uncle Remus himself beamed upon each and every
one, especially upon Aunt Tempy; and the little boy thought he had never
seen everybody in such good-humor.

"Sis Tempy," said Uncle Remus, "I 'speck it's yo' time fer ter put in."

"I des bin rackin' my min'," said Aunt Tempy, thoughtfully. "I see you
fixin' dat ar hawn, en terreckerly hit make me think 'bout a tale w'at I
ain't year none en you tell yit."

Uncle Remus was polishing a long cow's-horn, for the purpose of making a
hunting-horn for his master.

"Hit come 'bout one time dat all de creeturs w'at got hawns tuck a
notion dat dey got ter meet terge'er en have a confab fer ter see how
dey gwine take ker deyse'f, 'kaze dem t'er creeturs w'at got tush en
claw, dey uz des a-snatchin' um fum 'roun' eve'y cornder."

"Tooby sho'!" said Uncle Remus, approvingly.

"Dey sont out wud, de hawn creeturs did, en dey tuck'n meet terge'er
'way off in de woods. Man--Sir!--dey wuz a big gang un um, en de muster
dey had out dar 't wa'n't b'ar tellin' skacely. Mr. Bull, he 'uz dar, en
Mr. Steer, en Miss Cow"--

"And Mr. Benjamin Ram, with his fiddle," suggested the little boy.

--"Yes, 'n Mr. Billy Goat, en Mr. Unicorn"--

"En ole man Rinossyhoss," said Uncle Remus.

--"Yes, 'n lots mo' w'at I ain't know de names un. Man--Sir!--dey had a
mighty muster out dar. Ole Brer Wolf, he tuck'n year 'bout de muster, en
he sech a smarty dat nothin' ain't gwine do but he mus' go en see w'at
dey doin'.

"He study 'bout it long time, en den he went out in de timber en cut 'im
two crooked sticks, en tie um on his head, en start off ter whar de hawn
creeturs meet at. W'en he git dar Mr. Bull ax 'im who is he, w'at he
want, whar he come frum, en whar he gwine. Brer Wolf, he 'low:--

"'Ba-a-a! I'm name little Sook Calf!'"

"Eh-eh! Look out, now!" exclaimed 'Tildy, enthusiastically.

"Mr. Bull look at Brer Wolf mighty hard over his specks, but atter a
w'ile he go off some'rs else, en Brer Wolf take his place in de muster.

"Well, den, bimeby, terreckerly, dey got ter talkin' en tellin' der
'sperence des like de w'ite folks does at class-meetin'. W'iles dey 'uz
gwine on dis a-way, a great big hoss-fly come sailin' 'rou