Aa old and familiar íigure on the streets of Ann Arbor has passed away by the death of OBboru Bailey, on Saturday night last. He was boru a slave and at the time of tbe emancipation oarue to live in Aan Arbor. He was fond of talking of the old slavery days and always asserted tbafc he was "no ordinary niggah, bnt a Virginia niggah. " To the salntation of "Good day, Unole, how aie yon?" his invariable auswer was "He'a all right; hearty but dry." He had been an inmate of the connty hoose for maDy years off and on. On Saturday he was in the city and in the afternoon rode on the motor as far as the road whioh crossess over to the poor house where he got off. He never reaahed the honse, however, presumably losing his way in tbe heavy storm that was raging at the time, and dropped down in a fenoe corner where he was found by the bired man Monday noon. About nine years ago he lost his wife by tbe shanty in whioh they lived falling in on them, he was almost killed himself at tbat time. A coroner's inquest rutnmed a verdiot in accordance with tbe facts stated above and "üncle Bailey" was bnried in the Fifth ward cemetery yesterday, the expenses of the funeral being met by the subsciiptions of those who had kuown him so well dnrina his life.