THE MOON IN THE MILL-POND 
en ’er will so good dat she done done ’er day’s work dar ’fo’ you 
could ’er run ter de big house en back. De Bat put me in min’ 
er folks,” continued Uncle Remus, settling himself back in his 
chair, “en folks put me in min’ er de creeturs.” 
Immediately the little boy was all attention. 
“Dey wuz times,” said the old man, with something like a 
sigh, “w’en de creeturs ’ud segashuate tergedder des like dey 
ain’t had no failin’ out. Dem wuz de times w’en ole Brer Rabbit 
’ud ’ten ’lak he gwine quit he ’havishness, en dey’d all go ’roun’ 
des lak dey b’long ter de same fambly connexion. 
“One time atter dey bin gwine in cohoots dis a-way, Brer 
Rabbit ’gun ter feel his fat, he did, en dis make ’im git projecky 
terreckly. De mo’ peace w’at dey had, de mo’ wuss Brer Rabbit 
feel, twel bimeby he git restless in de min’. W’en de sun shine he’d 
go en lay off in de grass en kick at de gnats, en nibble at de mullen 
stalk en waller in de san’. One night atter supper, w’iles he ’uz 
romancin’ ’roun’, he run up wid ole Brer Tarrypin, en atter dey 
shuck han’s dey sot down on de side er de road en run on ’bout ole 
times. Dey talk en dey talk, dey did, en bimeby Brer Rabbit say 
it done come ter dat pass whar he bleedz ter have some fun, en 
Brer Tarrypin ’low dat Brer Rabbit des de ve’y man he bin 
lookin’ fer. 
“‘Well den,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘we’ll des put Brer Fox, 
en Brer Wolf, en Brer B’ar on notice, en termorrer night we’ll 
meet down by de mill-pon’ en have a little fishin’ frolic. I ’ll do 
de talkin’,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘en you kin set back en say 
yea ,’ sezee. 
“Brer Tarrypin laugh. 
“‘Ef I ain’t dar,’ sezee, ‘den you may know de grasshopper 
done fly ’way wid me,’ sezee. 
“ ‘En you neenter bring no fiddle, n’er,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 
‘kaze dey ain’t gwineter be no dancin’ dar,’ sezee. 
“Wid dat,” continued Uncle Remus, “Brer Rabbit put out fer 
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