NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
’nuff fer ter stan’ ’n’er tale.” The little boy said if Uncle Remus 
meant him, he was sure his health was good enough to listen to 
any number of stories. Whereupon, the old man, without any 
tantalizing preliminaries, began: — 
“Brer Fox done bin fool so much by Brer Rabbit dat he sorter 
look ’roun’ fer ter see ef he can’t ketch up wid some er de yuther 
creeturs, en so, one day, w’iles he gwine long down de big road, 
who should he strak up wid but old Brer Tarrypin. Brer Fox sorter 
lick his chops, en ’low dat ef he kin fling ennybody en gin um all- 
under holt, Brer Tarrypin de man, en he march up, mighty big- 
gity, like he gwine ter make spote un ’im. W’en he git up nigh 
’nuff, Brer Fox hail ’im: — 
“‘How you ’speck you fine yo’se’f dis mawnin’, Brer Tarry¬ 
pin?’ sezee. 
“‘Slow, Brer Fox — mighty slow,’sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee. 
‘Day in en day out I’m mighty slow, en it look lak I’m a-gittin’ 
slower; I’m slow en po’ly, Brer Fox — how you come on?’ 
sezee. 
“‘Oh, I’m slanchindickler, same ez I allers is,’ sez Brer Fox, 
sezee. ‘W’at make yo’ eye so red, Brer Tarrypin?’ sezee. 
“‘Hit’s all ’longer de trouble I see, Brer Fox,’ sez Brer Tarry¬ 
pin, sezee. ‘I see trouble en you see none; trouble come en pile up 
on trouble,’ sezee. 
“‘Law, Brer Tarrypin!’ sez Brer Fox, sezee, ‘you ain’t see no 
trouble yit. Ef you wanter see sho’ ’nuff trouble, you des oughter 
go ’longer me; I’m de man w’at kin show you trouble,’ sezee. 
“‘Well, den,’ sez ole Brer Tarrypin, sezee, ‘ef youer de man 
w’at kin show me trouble, den I’m de man w’at want a glimpse 
un it,’ sezee. 
“Den Brer Fox, he ax Brer Tarrypin is he seed de Ole Boy, en 
den Brer Tarrypin, he make answer dat he ain’t seed ’im yit, but 
he year tell un ’im. Wid dat, Brer Fox ’low de Ole Boy de kinder 
trouble he bin talkin’ ’bout, en den Brer Tarrypin, he up’n ax how 
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