NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
fambly. Brer Rabbit, he ’low, he did, dat dis ain’t gwine ter do, 
en he study en study how he gwine ter cut Brer Fox out, 
“Las’, one day, w’iles he gwine thoo King Deer pastur’ lot, he 
up wid a rock en kilt two er King Deer goats. W’en he git ter de 
house, he ax King Deer daughter whar’bouts her pa, en she up’n 
say she go call ’im, en w’en Brer Rabbit see ’im, he ax w’en de 
weddin’ tuck place, en King Deer ax w’ich weddin’, en Brer Rab¬ 
bit say de weddin’ ’twix’ Brer Fox en King Deer daughter. Wid 
dat, ole King Deer ax Brer Rabbit w’at make he go on so, en 
Brer Rabbit, he up’n ’spon’ dat he see Brer Fox makin’ monst’us 
free wid de fambly, gwine ’roun’ chunkin’ de chickens en killin’ 
up de goats. 
“Ole King Deer strak he walkin’-cane down ’pon de flo’, en 
’low dat he don’t put no ’pennunce in no sech tale lak dat, en den 
Brer Rabbit tell ’im dat ef he’ll des take a walk down in de 
pastur’ lot, he kin see de kyarkiss er de goats. Ole King Deer, he 
put out, en bimeby he come back, en he ’low he gwine ter settle 
marters wid Brer Fox ef it take ’im a mont’. 
“Brer Rabbit say he a good frien’ ter Brer Fox, en he ain’t got 
no room ter talk ’bout ’im, but yit w’en he see ’im ’stroyin’ King 
Deer goats en chunkin’ at his chickens, en rattlin’ on de palin’s 
fer ter make de dog bark, he bleedz ter come lay de case ’fo’ de 
fambly. 
“‘En mo’n dat,’ sez ole Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘I’m de man w’at 
kin make Brer Fox come en stan’ right at de front gate en tell you 
dat he is kill dem goat; en ef you des wait twel ter-night, I won’t 
ax you ter take my wud,’ sezee. 
“King Deer say ef Brer Rabbit man ’nuff ter do dat, den he 
kin git de gal en thanky, too. Wid dat, Brer Rabbit jump up en 
crack he heels tergedder, en put out fer ter fine Brer Fox. He 
ain’t git fur ’fo’ he see Brer Fox cornin’ down de road all primp 
up. Brer Rabbit, he sing out, he did: — 
“‘Brer Foxy, whar you gwine?’ 
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