BRER FOX AND THE GRAPES 
squot right flat down yer on de groun’ en p’int out de way des de 
same ez leadin’ you dar by de han’,’ sezee; en den Brer Rabbit 
sorter chaw on he cud lak he gedder’n up his ’membunce, en he 
up’n say, sezee: — 
‘“You know dat ar place whar you went atter sweetgum fer 
Miss Meadows en de gals t’er day?’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox ’low dat he know dat ar place same ez he do he own 
tater-patch. 
“‘Well, den,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘de grapes ain’t dar. You 
git ter de sweetgum,’ sezee, ‘en den you go up de branch twel you 
come ter a little patch er bamboo brier—but de grapes ain’t dar. 
Den you follow yo’ lef’ han’ en strike ’cross de hill twel you come 
ter dat big red oak root — but de grapes ain’t dar. On you goes 
down de hill twel you come ter ’n’er branch, en on dat branch dars 
a dogwood-tree leanin’ ’way over, en nigh dat dogwood dars a 
vine, en in dat vine, dar you’ll fine yo’ grapes. Deyer dat ripe,’ 
sez ole Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘dat dey look like deyer done melt 
tergedder, en I speck you’ll fine um full er bugs, but you kin take 
dat fine bushy tail er yone, Brer Fox,’ sezee, ‘en bresh dem bugs 
away.’ 
“Brer Fox ’low he much ’blige, en den he put out atter de grapes 
in a han’-gallop, en w’en he done got outer sight, en likewise 
outer year’n, Brer Rabbit, he take’n git a blade er grass, he did, 
en tickle hisse’f in de year, en den he holler en laff, en laff en holler, 
twel he hatter lay down fer ter git he breff back ’gin. 
“Den, atter so long time, Brer Rabbit he jump up, he do, en 
take atter Brer Fox, but Brer Fox, he ain’t look ter de right ner de 
lef’, en needer do he look behime; he des keep a-rackin’ ’long twel 
he come ter de sweetgum-tree, en den he tu’n up de branch twel 
he come ter de bamboo brier, en den he tu’n squar ter de lef’ 
twel he come ter de big red-oak root, en den he keep on down he 
hill twel he come ter de yuther branch, en dar he see de dogwood; 
en mo’n dat, dar nigh de dogwood he see de vine, en in dat vine 
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