MR. RAM AND HIS FIDDLE 
“‘Who dat?’ sez she. 
“‘Hit’s Speckle Pig,’ sez ole Brer Wolf, sezee, ’twix’ a snort en 
a grunt. ‘ I fotch yer some peas fer yo’ dinner! ’ 
“Runt, she tuck’n laugh, she did, en holler back: — 
“‘Sis Speckle Pig ain’t never talk thoo dat many toofies.’ 
“Brer Wolf go off ’g’in, en bimeby he come back en knock. 
Runt she sot en rock, en holler out: — 
“‘Who dat?’ 
“‘Big Pig,’ sez Brer Wolf. ‘I fotch some sweet-co’n fer yo’ 
supper.’ 
“Runt, she look thoo de crack un’need de do’, en laugh en 
say, sez she: — 
“‘Sis Big Pig ain’t had no ha’r on ’er huff.’ 
“Den ole Brer Wolf, he git mad, he did, en say he gwine come 
down de chimbley, en Runt, she say, sez she, dat de onliest way 
w’at he kin git in; en den, w’en she year Brer Wolf clam’in’ up on 
de outside er de chimbley, she tuck’n pile up a whole lot er broom 
sage front er de h’a’th, en w’en she year ’im clam’in’ down on de 
inside, she tuck de tongs en shove de straw on de fier, en de smoke 
make Brer Wolf head swim, en he drap down, en ’fo’ he know it 
he ’uz done bu’nt ter a cracklin’; en dat wuz de las’ er ole Brer 
Wolf. Leas’ways,” added Uncle Remus, putting in a cautious 
proviso to fall back upon in case of an emergency, “leas’ways, 
hit ’uz de las’ er dat Brer Wolf.” 
IX 
MR. BENJAMIN RAM AND HIS WONDERFUL FIDDLE 
“I ’speck you done year tell er ole man Benjermun Ram,” said 
Uncle Remus, with a great affectation of indifference, after a 
pause. 
“Old man who?” asked the little boy. 
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