Puttin' on huh high-toned mannahs all de time dat she was singin': "Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun', Swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun', Oh, swing Johnny up an' down, swing him all aroun' Fa' you well, my dahlin'." Had to laff at ole man Johnson, he 's a caution now, you bet-- Hittin' clost onto a hunderd, but he 's spry an' nimble yet; He 'lowed how a-so't o' gigglin', "I ain't ole, I 'll let you see, D'ain't no use in gittin' feeble, now you youngstahs jes' watch me," An' he grabbed ole Aunt Marier--weighs th'ee hunderd mo' er less, An' he spun huh 'roun' de cabin swingin' Johnny lak de res'. Evahbody laffed an' hollahed: "Go it! Swing huh, Uncle Jim!" An' he swung huh too, I reckon, lak a youngstah, who but him. Dat was bettah 'n young Scott Thomas, tryin' to be so awful smaht. You know when dey gits to singin' an' dey comes to dat ere paht: "In some lady's new brick house, In some lady's gyahden. Ef you don't let me out, I will jump out, So fa' you well, my dahlin'." Den dey 's got a circle 'roun' you, an' you's got to break de line; Well, dat dahky was so anxious, lak to bust hisse'f a-tryin'; Kep' on blund'rin' 'roun' an' foolin' 'twell he giv' one gread big jump, Broke de line, an lit head-fo'most in de fiah-place right plump; Hit 'ad fiah in it, mind you; well, I thought my soul I 'd bust, Tried my best to keep f'om laffin', but hit seemed like die I must! Y' ought to seen dat man a-scramblin' f'om de ashes an' de grime. Did it bu'n him! Sich a question, why he did n't give it time; Th'ow'd dem ashes and dem cindahs evah which-a-way I guess, An' you nevah did, I reckon, clap yo' eyes on sich a mess; Fu' he sholy made a picter an' a funny one to boot, Wif his clothes all full o' ashes an' his face all full o' soot. Well, hit laked to stopped de pahty, an' I reckon lak ez not Dat it would ef Tom's wife, Mandy, had n't happened on de spot, To invite us out to suppah--well, we scrambled to de table, An' I 'd lak to tell you 'bout it--what we had--but I ain't able, Mention jes' a few things, dough I know I had n't orter, Fu' I know 't will staht a hank'rin' an' yo' mouf 'll 'mence to worter. We had wheat bread white ez cotton an' a egg pone jes like gol', Hog jole, bilin' hot an' steamin' roasted shoat an' ham sliced cold-- Look out! What's de mattah wif you? Don't be fallin' on de flo'; Ef it 's go'n' to 'fect you dat way, I won't tell you nothin' mo'. Dah now--well, we had hot chittlin's--now you 's tryin' ag'in to fall, Cain't you stan' to hyeah about it? S'pose you'd been an' seed it all; Seed dem gread big sweet pertaters, layin' by de possum's side, Seed dat coon in all his gravy, reckon den you 'd up and died! Mandy 'lowed "you all mus' 'scuse me, d' wa'n't much upon my she'ves, But I's done my bes' to suit you, so set down an' he'p yo'se'ves."