Joel Chandler Harris

“ Upon his next visit to Uncle Remus, the little boy was exceedingly anxious to know more about witches, but the old man prudently refrained from exciting the youngster’s imagination any further in that direction. Uncle Remus had a board across his lap, and, armed with a mallet and a shoe-knife, was engaged in making shoe-pegs. ”

“ Den de blacksmif, he ’gun ter poke fun at de Bad Man, en he ax him don’t he want a dram, en won’t he hitch his cheer up little nigher de fier, en de Bad Man, he beg en he beg, but ’twan’t doin’ no good, kase de blacksmif ’low dat he gwineter keep ’im dar twel he prommus dat he let ’im off one year mo’, en, sho nuff, de Bad Man prommus dat ef de black-smif let ’im up he give ’im a n’er showin’. ”

“ He tuck off his hat en he bow, en den he tell de blacksmif who he is, en dat he done come atter ’im. Den de black-smif, he gun ter cry en beg, en he beg so hard en he cry so loud dat de Bad Man say he make a trade wid ’im. At de een’ er one year de sperit er de blacksmif wuz to be his’n en endurin’ er dat time de blacksmif mus’ put in his hottes’ licks in de intruss er de Bad Man, en den he put a spell on de cheer de blacksmif was settin’ in, en on his sludge-hammer. ”