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back, he did, des ez lively ez a cricket in de ashes, en it keep on dis 
way twel Brer Fox stomach ’gun ter pinch him, en den he know 
dat he gotter study up some kinder plans fer ter git out fum dar. 
N’er day pass, en Brer Fox, he tuck’n lay low, en it keep on dat 
a-way twel hit look like ter Brer Fox, pent up in dar, he mus’ 
sholy pe’sh. Las’, one day Brer Buzzud come sailin’ all ’roun’ en 
’roun’ wid dat 
“'Boo, boo, boo, my filler-mer-loo* 
but Brer Fox, he keep dark en Brer Buzzud, he tuck’n spishun 
dat Brer Fox wuz done dead. Brer Buzzud, he keep on singin’, 
en Brer Fox he keep on lay in’ low, twel bimeby Brer Buzzud lit 
en ’gun ter cle’r ’way de trash en truck fum de holler. He hop up, 
he did, en tuck out one chunk, en den he hop back en lissen, but 
Brer Fox stay still. Den Brer Buzzud hop up en tuck out n’er 
chunk, en den hop back en lissen, en all dis time Brer Fox mouf 
’uz waterin’ w’iles he lay back in dar en des nat’ally honed atter 
Brer Buzzud. Hit went on dis a-way, twel des ’fo’ he got de hole 
unkivvud, Brer Fox, he break out he did, en grab Brer Buzzud by 
de back er de neck. Dey wuz a kinder scuffle ’mongs’ um, but’t 
wa’n’t fer long, en dat wuz de las’ er ole Brer Tukky Buzzud.” 
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One night when the little boy made his usual visit to Uncle 
Remus, he found the old man sitting up in his chair fast asleep. 
The child said nothing. He was prepared to exercise a good deal of 
patience upon occasion, and the occasion was when he wanted 
to hear a story. But, in making himself comfortable, he aroused 
Uncle Remus from his nap. 
i “I let you know, honey,” said the old man, adjusting his 
spectacles, and laughing rather sheepishly, — “I let you know, 
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