BRER RABBIT AND THE LITTLE GIRL 
Man done seed him, en ’fo’ you kin count ’lev’m, he done got ole 
Brer Rabbit tie hard en fas’ wid de fishin’-line. Atter he got him 
tie good, Mr. Man step back, he did, en say, sezee: — 
“‘You done bin fool me lots er time, but dis time you er mine. 
I’m gwine ter take you en gin you a larrupin’,’ sezee, ‘en den I’m 
gwine ter skin you en nail yo’ hide on de stable do’,’ sezee; ‘ en den 
ter make sho dat you git de right kinder larrupin’, I ’ll des step up 
ter de house,’ sezee, ‘ en fetch de little red cowhide, en den I ’ll take 
en gin you brinjer,’ sezee. 
“Den Mr. Man call to der Little Gal ter watch Brer Rabbit 
w’iles he gone. 
“Brer Rabbit ain’t sayin’ nothin’, but Mr. Man ain’t mo’n out 
de gate ’fo’ he ’gun ter sing; en in dem days Brer Rabbit wuz a 
singer, mon,” continued Uncle Remus, with unusual emphasis, 
“en w’en he chuned up fer ter sing he make dem yuther creeturs 
hoi’ der bref.” 
“What did he sing, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy. 
“Ef I ain’t fergit dat song off’n my min’,” said Uncle Remus, 
looking over his spectacles at the fire, with a curious air of attempt¬ 
ing to remember something, “hit run sorter dish yer way: — 
De jay-bird hunt de sparrer-nes* t 
De bee-martin sail all ’roun y ; 
De squer y l, he holler from de top er de tree y 
Mr. Mole , he stay in de groun 1 ; 
He hide en he stay twel de dark drap down — 
Mr. Mole , he hide in de groun Y 
“W’en de Little Gal year dat, she laugh, she did, and she up’n 
ax Brer Rabbit fer ter sing some mo’, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter 
cough, he did, en ’low dat he got a mighty bad ho’seness down 
inter he win’pipe some’rs. De Little Gal, she swade, 1 en swade, 
en bimeby Brer Rabbit, he up ’n ’low dat he kin dance mo’ samer 
dan w’at he kin sing. Den de Little Gal, she ax’ im won’t he dance, 
1 Persuaded. 
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