NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
home, en went ter bed, en Brer Tarrypin bruise ’roun’ en make 
his way todes de place so he kin be dar ’gin de ’p’inted time. 
“Nex’ day Brer Rabbit sont wud ter de yuther creeturs, en dey 
all make great ’miration, kaze dey ain’t think ’bout dis deyse’f. 
Brer Fox, he ’low, he did, dat he gwine atter Miss Meadows en 
Miss Motts, en de yuther gals. 
“Sho’ nuff, w’en de time come dey wuz all dar. Brer B’ar, he 
fotch a hook en line; Brer Wolf, he fotch a hook en line; Brer 
Fox, he fotch a dip-net, en Brer Tarrypin, not ter be outdone, he 
fotch de bait.” 
“What did Miss Meadows and Miss Motts bring?” the little 
boy asked. 
Uncle Remus dropped his head slightly to one side, and looked 
over his spectacles at the little boy. 
“Miss Meadows en Miss Motts,” he continued, “dey tuck’n 
stan’ way back fum de aidge er de pon’ en squeal eve’y time Brer 
Tarrypin shuck de box er bait at um. Brer B’ar ’low he gwine 
ter fish fer mud-cats; Brer Wolf ’low he gwine ter fish fer horney- 
heads; Brer Fox ’low he gwine ter fish fer peerch fer de ladies; 
Brer Tarrypin ’low he gwine ter fish fer minners, en Brer Rabbit 
wink at Brer Tarrypin en ’low he gwine ter fish fer suckers. 
“Dey all git ready, dey did, en Brer Rabbit march up ter de 
pon’ en make fer ter th’ow he hook in de water, but des ’bout dat 
time hit seem lak he see sump’n’. De t’er creeturs, dey stop en 
watch his motions. Brer Rabbit, he drap he pole, he did, en he 
stan’ dar scratchin’ he head en lookin’ down in de water. 
“De gals dey ’gun ter git oneasy w’en dey see dis, en Miss 
Meadows, she up en holler out, she did: — 
1 “‘Law, Brer Rabbit, w’at de name er goodness de marter in 
dar? 5 
“Brer Rabbit scratch he head en look in de water. Miss Motts, 
she hilt up ’er petticoats, she did, en ’low she monst’us fear’d er 
snakes. Brer Rabbit keep on scratchin’ en lookin’. 
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