BRER FOX AS AN INCENDIARY 
“Wid dat, Miss Meadows en de gals dey ax Brer Rabbit fer 
ter stay ter dinner, en Brer Rabbit, he sorter make like he wanter 
be skuze, but bimeby he tuck a cheer en sot um out. He tuck a 
cheer,” continued Uncle Remus, “en he ain’t bin dar long twel he 
look out en spy ole Brer Fox gwine ’long by, en w’at do Brer 
Rabbit do but call Miss Meadows en de gals en p’int ’im out? 
Soon’s dey seed ’im dey sot up a monst’us gigglement, kaze Brer 
Fox wuz dat swell up twel little mo’n he’d a bus’. He head wuz 
swell up, en down ter he legs, dey wuz swell up. Miss Meadows, 
she up’n say dat Brer Fox look like he done gone en got all de 
grapes dey wuz in de neighborhoods, en one er de yuther gals, she 
squeal, she did, en say: — 
“‘Law, ain’t you ’shame’, en right yer ’fo’ Brer Rabbit!’ 
“En den dey hilt der han’s ’fo’ der face en giggle des like gals 
duz deze days.” 
XVII 
BRER FOX FIGURES AS AN INCENDIARY 
The next night the little boy had been thoughtful enough to 
save some of his supper for Uncle Remus, and to this “Miss 
Sally” had added, on her own account, a large piece of fruit-cake. 
The old man appeared to be highly pleased. 
“Ef ders enny kinder cake w’at I likes de mos’, hit’s dish yer 
kine w’at’s got reezins strowed ’mongs’ it. Wid sick folks, now,” 
he continued, holding up the cake and subjecting it to a critical 
examination, “dish yer hunk ’ud mighty nigh las’ a mont’, but 
wid a well man lak I is, hit won’t las’ a minnit.” 
And it did n’t. It disappeared so suddenly that the little boy 
laughed aloud, and wanted Uncle Remus to have some more 
cake; but the latter protested that he did n’t come there “fer ter 
git founder’d,” but merely to see “ef somebody’s strenk uz strong 
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