BRER FOX COPIES BRER RABBIT 
start up ter see ef he can’t play smarty like de Favers’s yearlin’s. 
I dunner w’at in de name er goodness you wanter be a-copyin’ 
atter dem ar Faverses fer. Ef you er gwine ter copy atter yuther 
folks, copy atter dem w’at’s some ’count. Yo’ pa, he got de idee 
dat some folks is good ez yuther folks; but Miss Sally, she know 
better. She know dat dey ain’t no Favers ’pon de top side er de 
yeth w’at kin hoi’ der han’ wid de Abercrombies in p’int er breedin’ 
en raisin’. Dat w’at Miss Sally know. I bin keepin’ track er dem 
Faverses sence way back yan’ long ’fo’ Miss Sally wuz born’d. 
Ole Cajy Favers, he went ter de po’house, en ez ter dat Jim Favers, 
I boun’ you he know de inside er all de jails in dish yer State er 
Jawjy. Dey allers did hate niggers kase dey ain’t had none, en 
dey hates um down ter dis day. 
“Year ’fo’ las’,” Uncle Remus continued, “I year yo Unk’ 
Jeems Abercrombie tell dat same Jim Favers dat ef he lay de 
weight er he han’ on one er his niggers, he’d slap a load er buck 
shot in ’im; en, bless yo’ soul, honey, yo’ Unk’ Jeems wuz des de 
man ter do it. But dey er monst’us perlite unter me, dem Faverses 
is,” pursued the old man, allowing his indignation, which had 
risen to a white heat, to cool off, “en dey better be,” he added 
spitefully, “kase I knows der pedigree fum de fus’ ter de las’, en 
w’en I gits my Affikin up, dey ain’t nobody, ’less it’s Miss Sally 
’erse’f, w’at kin keep me down. 
“But dat ain’t needer yer ner dar,” said Uncle Remus, re¬ 
newing his attack upon the little boy. “W’at you wanter go 
copyin’ atter dem Favers chillun fer? Youer settin’ back dar, 
right dis minnit, bettin’ longer yo’se’f dat I ain’t gwine ter tell 
Miss Sally, en dar whar youer lettin’ yo’ foot slip, kaze I’m gwine 
ter let it pass dis time, but de ve’y nex’ time w’at I ketches you 
in hollerin’ distuns er dem Faverses, right den en dar I’m gwine 
ter take my foot in my han’ en go en tell Miss Sally, en ef she 
don’t natally skin you ’live, den she ain’t de same ’oman w’at she 
useter be. 
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