NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
r’ar wusser en wusser, en he shake up Brer Fox same like he wuz 
a rag in de win’, en Brer Rabbit, he jump en holler: — 
“‘HoF ’im down, Brer Fox! HoF ’im down! You got ’im now, 
sho’! HoF yo’ grip, en hoF ’im down,’ sezee. 
“ De Hoss, he jump en he hump, en he rip en he r’ar, en he snort 
en he t’ar. But yit Brer Fox hang on, en still Brer Rabbit skip 
’roun’ en holler: — 
“‘HoF ’im down, Brer Fox! You got ’im whar he can’t needer 
back ner squall. HoF ’im down, Brer Fox!’ sezee. 
“Bimeby, w’en Brer Fox git chance, he holler back, he did: — 
“‘How in de name er goodness I gwine ter hoF de Hoss down 
’less I git my claw in de groun’P’ 
“Den Brer Rabbit, he stan’ back little furder en holler little 
louder:— , . 
“‘HoF ’im down, Brer Fox! HoF ’im down! You got ’im now, 
sho’! HoF ’im down!’ 
“Bimeby de Hoss ’gun ter kick wid he behime legs, en de fus’ 
news you know, he fetch Brer Fox a lick in de stomach dat fa’rly 
make ’im squall, en den he kick ’im ag’in, en dis time he break 
Brer Fox loose, en sont ’im a-whirlin’; en Brer Rabbit, he keep 
on a-jumpin’ ’roun’ en hollerin’: — 
“‘HoF ’im down, Brer Fox!”’ 
“Did the fox get killed, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy. 
“He wa’n’t ’zackly kilt, honey,” replied the old man, “but he 
wuz de nex’ do’ ter’t. He ’uz all broke up, en w’iles he ’uz 
gittin’ well, hit sorter come ’cross he min’ dat Brer Rabbit done 
play n’er game on ’im.” 
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