NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
tell tales, en study up ’musements same like we wuz gwine on ’fo’ 
you got dat splinter in yo’ foot. 
“I mines me er one time” — with an infectious laugh — “w’en 
ole Brer Rabbit got Brer Fox in de wuss trubble w’at a man wuz 
mos’ ever got in yit, en dat ’uz w’en he fool ’im ’bout de hoss. 
Ain’t I never tell you ’bout dat? But no marter ef I is. Hoe- 
cake ain’t cook done good twel hit’s turnt over a couple er 
times. 
“Well, atter Brer Fox done git rested fum keepin’ out er de 
way er Mr. Dog, en sorter ketch up wid his rations, he say ter 
hisse’f dat he be dog his cats ef he don’t slorate ole Brer Rabbit 
ef it take ’im a mont’; en dat, too, on top er all de ’spe’unce w’at 
he done bin had wid um. Brer Rabbit he sorter git win’ er dis, en 
one day, w’iles he gwine ’long de road studyin’ how he gwineter 
hoi’ he hand wid Brer Fox, he see a great big Hoss layin’ stretch 
out flat on he side in de pastur’; en he tuck’n crope up, he did, 
fer ter see ef dish yer Hoss done gone en die. He crope up en he 
crope ’roun’, en bimeby he see de Hoss switch he tail, en den 
Brer Rabbit know he ain’t dead. Wid dat, Brer Rabbit lope back 
ter de big road, en mos’ de fus’ man w’at he see gwine on by wuz 
Brer Fox, en Brer Rabbit he tuck atter ’im, en holler: — 
“‘Brer Fox! 0 Brer Fox! Comeback! I got some good news 
fer you. Come back, Brer Fox,’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox, he tu’n ’roun’, he did, en w’en he see who callin’ 
’im, he come gallopin’ back, kaze it seem like dat des ez gooder 
time ez any fer ter nab Brer Rabbit; but ’fo’ he git in nabbin’ 
distance, Brer Rabbit he up’n say, sezee: — 
“‘Come on, Brer Fox! I done fine de place whar you kin lay 
in fresh meat ’nuff fer ter las’ you plum twel de middle er nex’ 
year,’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox, he ax wharbouts, en Brer Rabbit, he say, right over 
dar in de pastur’, en Brer Fox ax w’at is it, en Brer Rabbit, he 
say w’ich ’twuz a whole Hoss layin’ down on de groun’ whar dey 
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