III. QUEER WAYS OF BR'ER RABBIT. 



^vNR'ER RABBIT is a funny fellow. No 

 ' wonder that Uncle Remus makes him 



the hero of so many adventures ! Uncle 

 Remus had watched him, no doubt, on 

 some moonlight night when he gathered 

 his boon companions together for a frolic. In the 

 heart of the woods it was, in a little opening where 

 the moonlight came streaming in through the pines, 

 making soft gray shadows for hide-and-seek, and 

 where no prowling fox ever dreamed of looking. 



With most of us, I fear, the acquaintance with 

 Bunny is too limited for us to appreciate his frolic- 

 some ways and his happy, fun-loving disposition. 

 The tame things which we sometimes see about 

 country yards are often stupid, like a playful kitten 

 spoiled by too much handling ; and the flying glimpse 

 we sometimes get of a bundle of brown fur, scurry- 

 ing helter-skelter through and over the huckleberry 

 bushes, generally leaves us staring in astonishment 

 at the swaying" leaves where it disappeared, and 

 wondering curiously what it was all about. It was 



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