NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
wid he walkin’-cane, des lak folks thumps water-millions fer ter 
see ef dey er ripe. He tap en he rap, en bimeby he come ter one un 
um w’ich she soun’ like she plum full, en den he go ’roun’ behime 
it, ole Brer Rabbit did, en he up’n say, sezee: — 
“ ‘ I ’ll des sorter tilt ’er up, Brer Fox,’ sezee, ‘ en you kin put yo’ 
head und’ dar en git some er de drippin’s,’ sezee. 
“Brer Rabbit, he tilt her up, en, sho’ ’nuff, Brer Fox, he jam 
he head un’need de gum. Hit make me laugh,” Uncle Remus con¬ 
tinued, with a chuckle, “fer ter see w’at a fresh man is Brer Fox, 
kaze he ain’t no sooner stuck he head un’need dat ar bee-gum, dan 
Brer Rabbit turnt ’er aloose, en down she come — ker-swosh I — 
right on Brer Fox neck, en dar he wuz. Brer Fox, he kick; he 
squeal; he jump; he squall; he dance; he prance; he beg; he pray; 
yit dar he wuz, en w’en Brer Rabbit git way off, en tu’n ’roun’ fer 
ter look back, he see Brer Fox des a-wigglin’ en a-squ’min’, en 
right den en dar Brer Rabbit gun one ole-time whoop, en des put 
out fer home. 
“W’en he git dar, de fus’ man he see wuz Brer Fox gran’daddy, 
w’ich folks all call ’im Gran’sir’ Gray Fox. W’en Brer Rabbit see 
’im, he say, sezee: — 
“‘How you come on, Gran’sir’ Gray Fox?’ 
‘“I still keeps po’ly, I’m ’blije ter you, Brer Rabbit,’ sez Gran’¬ 
sir’ Gray Fox, sezee. ‘Is you seed any sign er my gran’son dis 
mawnin’?’ sezee. 
“Wid dat Brer Rabbit laugh en say w’ich him en Brer Fox bin 
a-ramblin’ ’roun’ wid one er’n’er havin’ mo’ fun dan w’at a man 
kin shake a stick at. 
“‘We bin a-riggin’ up riddles en a-readin’ un um,’ sez Brer 
Rabbit, sezee. ‘BrerFox is settin’ off some’rs in de bushes right 
now, aimin’ fer ter read one w’at I gun ’im. I ’ll des drap you one,’ 
sez ole Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘w’ich, ef you kin read it, hit’ll take 
you right spang ter whar yo’ gran’son is, en you can’t git dar none 
too soon,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 
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