Of course, my curiosity being aroused, I began to fire a few questions at him.
If you ever want to find anything out, the best way is to ask the why and wherefore.
What do you think he was after?
Rabbits, of course.
Then I remembered that down South it was all the fashion for darkies to get the foot of a graveyard rabbit, and carry it around with them; they look on it as a sure thing to keep bad luck away.
I thought I might convince the old fellow of the absurdity of such mummery.
"See here, uncle, I'm afraid you're a bit superstitious," I remarked.
"'Deed I isn'," said he, shaking his white head. "Some folks is a skyaht of ghosses an' all kin's of critters; but as long as I have a rabbit's paw in mah pocket I feels puffickly safe."
