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Show "Busted" Toe Got No . Sympathy From Uncle Uncle Eph Jackson, an old-time colored col-ored field hand, was hoeing cotton one hot day. He was barefooted, as he wanted to save his one pair of shoes for Sunday. While he was hoeing he noticed a mole sticking Its head out of the dirt. As moles bad been making themselves a nuisance he gave this fellow a hard rap with his hoe. At that Instant Uncle Eph jumped and howled with pain for it was his own big toe that he had whacked, instead in-stead of a mole. The toe bled considerably consid-erably nnd Eph knew it would be sore for some time to come. But he was a sensible old fellow and he always put the blame where it belongs. He frequently fre-quently carried on long conversations with himself and so, addressing his wounded toe, he called out: "You needn't think you Is gwine git no slm-pafy slm-pafy funi me; It's younh own fault nn' you knows it." Pathfinder Magazine. |