NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“‘ W’en he die, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘He ain’t dead yit, but he won’t las’ long in yer, Brer Buz- 
zud.’ 
“Brer Wolf, he keep on, he did, twel he done stop up de hole 
good, en den he bresh de trash off’n his cloze, en put out fer home. 
Brer Tukky Buzzud, he sot up dar, he did, en ontankle his tail 
fedders, en lissen en lissen, but Brer Fox, he keep dark, en Brer 
Buzzud ain’t year nuthin’. Den Brer Buzzud, he flop he wings 
en sail away. 
“Bimeby, nex’ day, bright en early, yer he come back, en he 
sail all ’roun’ en ’roun’ de tree, but Brer Fox he lay low en keep 
dark, en Brer Buzzud ain’t year nuthin’. Atter w’ile, Brer 
Buzzud he sail ’roun’ ag’in, en dis time he sing, en de song w’at 
he sing is dish yer: — 
Ui Boo, boo, boo, my filler-mer-bo, 
Man out yer wid news fer you !* 
Den he sail all ’roun’ en ’roun’ n’er time en listen, en bimeby he 
year Brer Fox sing back: — 
*“Go ’way, go ’way, my little jug er beer, 
De news you bring, 1 yeard las’ year’ ’* 
■ “Beer, Uncle Remus? What kind of beer did they have then? ” 
the little boy inquired. 
“Now, den, honey, youer gittin’ me up in a close cornder,” 
responded the old man, in an unusually serious tone. “Beer is de 
way de tale runs, but w’at kinder beer it moughter bin ain’t come 
down ter me — en yit hit seem lak I year talk some’rs dat dish 
yer beer wuz mos’ prins’ply ’simmon beer.” 
This seemed to satisfy the small but exacting audience, and 
Uncle Remus continued: — 
“So, den, w’en Brer Buzzud year Brer Fox sing back, he ’low 
he ain’t dead, en wid dat, Brer Buzzud, he sail off en ’ten’ ter he 
t yuther business. Nex’ day back he come, en Brer Fox, he sing 
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