BRER FOX AND BRER RABBIT 
“En Brer Fox, he holler back: — 
“‘Go ’way, Rab; don’t bodder wid me. I’m gwine fer ter see 
my gal.’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he laugh ’way down in his stomach, but he don’t 
let on, en atter some mo’ chat, he up’n say dat ole King Deer done 
tell ’im ’bout how Brer Fox gwine ter marry he daughter, en den 
he tell Brer Fox dat he done promise King Deer dat dey’d drap 
’roun’ ter-night en gin ’im some music. 
“‘En I up’n tole ’im,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘dat de music 
w’at we can’t make ain’t wuth makin’, — me wid my quills, en 
you wid yo’ tr’angle . 1 De nex’ motion we makes,’ sezee, ‘we’ll 
hatter go off some’rs en practise up on de song we ’ll sing, en I got 
one yer dat’ll tickle um dat bad,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘twel I 
lay dey ’ll fetch out a hunk er dat big chicken-pie w’at I see um 
puttin’ in de pot des now,’ sezee. 
“In a ’casion lak dis, Brer Fox say he de ve’y man w’at Brer 
Rabbit huntin’, en he ’low dat he’ll des ’bout put off payin’ he 
call ter King Deer house en go wid Brer Rabbit fer ter practise 
on dat song. 
“Den Brer Rabbit, he git he quills en Brer Fox he git he 
tr’angle, en dey went down on de spring branch, en dar dey sing 
en play, twel dey git it all by heart. Ole Brer Rabbit, he make up 
de song he own se’f, en he fix it so dat he sing de call, lak de cap¬ 
tain er de co’n-pile, en ole Brer Fox, he hatter sing de answer.” 2 
At this point Uncle Remus paused to indulge in one of his 
suggestive chuckles, and then proceeded: — 
“Don’t talk ’bout no songs ter me. Gentermens! dat ’uz a 
funny song fum de wud go. Bimeby, w’en dey practise long time, 
dey gits up en goes ’roun’ in de neighborhoods er King Deer house, 
en w’en night come dey tuck der stan’ at de front gate, en atter all 
got still, Brer Rabbit, he gun de wink, en dey broke loose wid der 
music. Dey played a chune er two on de quills en tr’angle, en den 
1 Triangle. 2 That is to say, Brother Rabbit sang the air and Brother Fox the refrain. 
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