NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
frivolity of Brother Rabbit, — “en yit de time come w’en ole Brer 
Rabbit ’gun ter put dis en dat tergedder, en de notion strak ’im 
dat he better be home lookin’ atter de intruss er he fambly, 
’stidder trapesin’ en trollopin’ ’roun’ ter all de frolics in de settle¬ 
ment. He tuck’n study dis in he min’ twel bimeby he sot out ’ter¬ 
min’ fer ter ’arn he own livelihoods, en den he up’n lay off a piece 
er groun’ en plant ’im a tater-patch. 
“Brer Fox, he see all dish yer gwine on, he did, en he ’low ter 
hisse’f dat he ’speck Brer Rabbit rashfulness done bin supjued 
kaze he skeer’d, en den Brer Fox make up his min’ dat he gwine 
ter pay Brer Rabbit back fer all he ’seetfulness. He start in, Brer 
Fox did, en fum dat time forrerd he aggervate Brer Rabbit ’bout 
he tater-patch. One night he leave de draw-bars down, ’n’er 
night he fling off de top rails, en nex’ night he t’ar down a whole 
panel er fence, en he keep on dis a-w r ay twel ’pariently Brer 
Rabbit dunner w’at ter do. All dis time Brer Fox keep on foolin’ 
wid de tater-patch, en w’en he see w’ich Brer Rabbit ain’t makin’ 
no motion, Brer Fox ’low dat he done skeer’d sho’ ’nuff, en dat 
de time done come fer ter gobble him up bidout lief er license. So 
he call on Brer Rabbit, Brer Fox did, en he ax ’im will he take 
a walk. Brer Rabbit, he ax wharbouts. Brer Fox say, right out 
yander. Brer Rabbit, he ax w’at is dey right out yander? Brer 
Fox say he know whar dey some mighty fine peaches, en he want 
Brer Rabbit fer ter go ’long en climb de tree en fling um down. 
Brer Rabbit say he don’t keer ef he do, mo’ speshually fer ter 
’blige Brer Fox. 
“Dey sot out, dey did, en atter w’ile, sho’ ’nuff, dey come ter de 
peach-orchud, en Brer Rabbit, w’at do he do but pick out a good 
tree, en up he clum. Brer Fox, he sot hisse’f at de root er de tree, 
kaze he ’low dat w’en Brer Rabbit come down he hatter come 
down backerds, en den dat ’ud be de time fer ter nab ’im. But, 
bless yo’ soul, Brer Rabbit dun see w’at Brer Fox atter ’fa’ he 
clum up. W’en he pull de peaches, Brer Fox say, sezee: — 
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