NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
en Brer Rabbit, he ’spoil’ how in de name er goodness kin a man 
dance w’iles he all tie up dis a-way, en den de Little Gal, she say 
she kin ontie ’im, en Brer Rabbit, he say he ain’t keerin’ ef she do. 
Wid dat de Little Gal, she retch down en onloose de fish-line, en 
Brer Rabbit, he sorter stretch hisse’f en look ’roun’.” 
Here Uncle Remus paused and sighed, as though he had re¬ 
lieved his mind of a great burden. The little boy waited a few 
minutes for the old man to resume, and finally he asked: — 
“Did the Rabbit dance, Uncle Remus?” 
“Who? Him?” exclaimed the old man, with a queer affectation 
of elation. “Bless yo’ soul, honey! Brer Rabbit gedder up his 
foots und’ ’im, en he dance outer dat gyardin, en he dance home. 
He did dat! Sho’lyyou don’t ’speck’ dat a ole-timer w’at done had 
’spe’unce like Brer Rabbit gwine ter stay dar en let dat ar Mr. 
Man sackyfice ’im? Shoo1 Brer Rabbit dance, but he dance home. 
You year me!” 
IV 
BRER FOX COPIES BRER RABBIT 
Uncle Remus chuckled a moment over the escape of Brother 
Rabbit, and then turned his gaze upward toward the cobwebbed 
gloom that seemed to lie just beyond the rafters. He sat thus silent 
and serious a little while, but finally squared himself around in 
his chair and looked the little boy full in the face. The old man’s 
countenance expressed a curious mixture of sorrow and bewilder¬ 
ment. Catching the child by the coat-sleeve, Uncle Remus pulled 
him gently to attract his attention. * 
“Hit look like ter me,” he said presently, in the tone of one ap¬ 
proaching an unpleasant subject, “dat no longer’n yistiddy I 
see one er dem ar Favers chillun clim’in’ dat ar big red-oak out 
yan’, en den it seem like dat a little chap ’bout yo’ size, he tuck’n 
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