_De big Owl holler en cry fer his mate, My honey, my love!
Oh, don"t stay long! Oh, don"t stay late!
My honey, my love!
Hit aint so mighty fur ter de Good-by Gate, My honey, my love!
Whar we all got ter go w"en we sing out de night, My honey, my love!
My honey, my love, my heart"s delight-- My honey, my love!_
After a while the song was done, and other songs were sung; but it was not long before Uncle Remus discovered that the little boy was fast asleep. The old man took the child in his arms and carried him to the big house, singing softly in his ear all the way; and somehow or other the song seemed to melt and mingle in the youngster"s dreams. He thought he was floating in the air, while somewhere near all the negroes were singing, Uncle Remus"s voice above all the rest; and then, after he had found a resting-place upon a soft warm bank of clouds, he thought he heard the songs renewed. They grew fainter and fainter in his dreams until at last (it seemed) Uncle Remus leaned over him and sang
GOOD NIGHT
[Ill.u.s.tration: GOOD NIGHT]