BRER TERRAPIN AND BRER BUZZARD 
honey off’n he back, but he neck too short; en he try ter scrape it 
off up ’g’in’ a tree, but it don’t come off; en den he waller on de 
groun’, but still it don’t come off. Den old Brer Tarrypin jump 
up, en say ter hisse’f dat he’ll des ’bout rack off home, en w’en 
Brer Buzzud come he kin lie on he back en say he sick, so ole 
Brer Buzzud can’t see de honey. 
“Brer Tarrypin start off, he did, but he happen ter look up, en, 
lo en beholes, dar wuz Brer Buzzud huv’rin’ right spang over de 
spot whar he is. Brer Tarrypin know Brer Buzzud bleedz ter see 
’im ef he start off home, en mo’n dat, he know he be fine out ef 
he don’t stir ’roun’ en do sump’n’ mighty quick. Wid dat, Brer 
Tarrypin shuffle back ter de bumbly-bee nes’ swif’ ez he kin, en 
buil’ ’im a fier in dar, en den he crawl out en holler: — 
“‘Brer Buzzud! 0 Brer Buzzud! Run yer, fer gracious sake, 
Brer Buzzud, en look how much honey I done fine! I des crope 
in a little ways, en it des drip all down my back, same like water. 
Run yer, Brer Buzzud! Half yone en half mine, Brer Buzzud!’ 
“Brer Buzzud, he flop down, en he laugh en say he mighty 
glad, kaze he done git hongry up dar whar he bin. Den Brer 
Tarrypin tell Brer Buzzud fer ter creep in little ways en tas’e en 
see how he like um, w’iles he take his stan’ on de outside en watch 
fer somebody. But no sooner is Brer Buzzud crope in de bumbly- 
bee nes’ dan Brer Tarrypin take’n roll a great big rock front er 
de hole. Terreckly, de fier ’gun ter bu’n Brer Buzzud, en he sing 
out like a man in trouble: — 
“‘ Sump’n’ bitin’ me, Brer Tarrypin — sump’n’ bitin’ me, Brer 
Tarrypin! ’ 
“Den ole Brer Tarrypin, he holler back: — 
‘“It’s de bumbly-bees a-stingin’ you, Brer Buzzud; stan’ up en 
flop yo’ wings, Brer Buzzud. Stan’ up en flop yo’ wings, Brer 
Buzzud, en you’ll drive um off,’ sezee. 
“Brer Buzzud flop en flop he wings, but de mo’ w’at he flop, de 
mo’ he fan de fier, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he done bodaciously bu’n 
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