BRER FOX CATCHES MR. HORSE 
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BRER FOX CATCHES MR. HORSE 
There was a pause after the story of old Miss Goose. The cul¬ 
mination was hardly {sensational enough to win the hearty 
applause of the little boy, and this fact appeared to have a 
depressing influence upon Uncle Remus. As he leaned slightly 
forward, gazing into the depths of the great fireplace, his attitude 
was one of pensiveness. 
“I ’speck I done wo’ out my welcome up at de big house,” he 
said, after a while. “I mos’ knows I is,” he continued, setting 
himself resignedly in his deep-bottomed chair. “Kase de las’ 
time I uz up dar, I had my eye on Miss Sally mighty nigh de 
whole blessid time, en w’en you see Miss Sally rustlin’ ’roun’ 
makin’ lak she Axin’ things up dar on de mantle-shelf, en bouncin’ 
de cheers ’roun’, en breshin’ dus’ whar dey ain’t no dus’, en 
flyin’ ’roun’ singin’ sorter louder dan common, den I des knows 
sump’n’ done gone en rile ’er.” 
“Why, Uncle Remus!” exclaimed the little boy; “Mamma was 
just glad because I was feeling so good.” 
“Mought er bin,” the old man remarked, in a tone that was 
far from implying conviction. “Ef ’t wa’n’t dat, den she wuz 
gittin’ tired er seein’ me lounjun’ ’roun’ up dar night atter night, 
en ef’t wa’n’t dat, den she wuz watchin’ a chance fer ter preach 
ter yo’ pa. Oh, I done bin know Miss Sally long fo’ yo’ pa is!” 
exclaimed Uncle Remus, in response to the astonishment depicted 
upon the child’s face. “I bin knowin’ ’er sence she wuz so high, 
en endurin’ er all dat time I ain’t seed no mo’ up’n spoken’ w’ite 
’oman dan w’at Miss Sally is. 
“But dat ain’t needer yer ner dar. You done got so youk’n 
rush down yer des like you useter, en we kin set yer en smoke, en 
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