Uncle Remus was half-soling one of his shoes.

Miss Sally's little boy had been handling his awls, his hammers, and his knives

to such an extent that the old man was compelled to assume a threatening attitude.

Uncle Remus, an old bald black man with a grey beard, stares disapprovingly down at a little blond boy.   The little boy is holding a hammer in his right hand up to Uncle Remus.   The little boy is wearing a tan shirt and has a shameful grin on his face.