A DREAM AND A STORY 
“Gin ’im leg bail, honey. He juk loose fum Brer Wolf, Brer 
Fox did, en, gentermens, he des mosey thoo de woods. Brer Wolf, 
he tuck atter ’m, he did, en dar dey had it, en Brer Wolf push 
Brer Fox so close, dat de onliest way Brer Fox kin save he hide is 
ter fine a hole some’rs, en de fus’ holler tree dat he come 'cross, 
inter it he dove. Brer Wolf fetcht a grab at ’im, but he wuz des 
in time fer ter be too late. 
“Den Brer Wolf, he sot dar, he did, en he study en study how 
he gwine git Brer Fox out, en Brer Fox, he lay in dar, he did, en 
he study en study w’at Brer Wolf gwine do. Bimeby, Brer Wolf, 
he tuck’n gedder up a whole lot er chunks, en rocks, en sticks, en 
den he tuck’n fill up de hole what Brer Fox went in so Brer Fox 
can’t git out. W’iles dis wuz gwine on, ole Brer Tukky Buzzud, 
he wuz sailin’ ’roun’ ’way up in de elements, wid he eye peel fer 
bizness, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he glance lit on Brer Wolf, en he ’low 
ter hisse’f, sezee: — 
“‘I’ll des sorter flop down,’ sezee, ‘en look inter dis, kaze ef 
Brer Wolf hidin’ he dinner dar wid de expeck’shun er findin’ it 
dar w’en he come back, den he done gone en put it in de wrong 
place,’ sezee. 
“Wid dat ole Brer Tukky Buzzud, he flop down en sail ’roun’ 
nigher, en he soon see dat Brer Wolf ain’t hidin’ no dinner. Den 
he flop down furder, ole Brer Buzzud did, twel he lit on de top er 
de holler tree. Brer Wolf, he done kotch a glimpse er ole Brer 
Buzzud shadder, but he keep on puttin’ chunks en rocks in de 
holler. Den, present’y, Brer Buzzud, he open up: — 
“‘W’at you doin’ dar, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘Makin’ a toom-stone, Brer Buzzud.’ 
“Co’se Brer Buzzud sorter feel like he got intruss in marters 
like dis, en he holler back: — 
“‘Who dead now, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘Wunner yo’ ’quaintance, w’ich he name Brer Fox, Brer 
Buzzud.’ 
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