NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“ ‘De nighes’ way out’n dish yer diffikil is fer ter sen’ ’roun’ yer 
to ole Mr. Mud-Turkle en borry his sane, en drag dat Moon up 
fum dar,’ sezee. 
“‘I ’clar’ ter gracious I mighty glad you mention dat/ says 
Brer Tarrypin, sezee. ‘Mr. Mud-Turkle is setch clos’t kin ter me 
dat I calls ’im Unk Muck, en I lay ef you sen’ dar atter dat sane 
you won’t fine Unk Muck so mighty disaccomerdatin’.’ 
“Well/ 5 continued Uncle Remus, after one of his tantalizing 
pauses, “dey sont atter de sane, en w’iles Brer Rabbit wuz gone. 
Brer Tarrypin, he ’low dat he done year tell time en time ag’in 
dat dem w’at fine de Moon in de water en fetch ’im out, lakwise 
dey ull fetch out a pot er money. Dis make Brer Fox, en Brer 
Wolf, en Brer B’ar feel mighty good, en dey ’low, dey did, dat 
long ez Brer Rabbit been so good ez ter run atter de sane, dey ull 
do de sanein\ 
“Time Brer Rabbit git back, he see how de Ian’ lay, en he make 
lak he wanter go in atter de Moon. He pull off he coat, en he ’uz 
fixin’ fer ter shuck he wescut, but de yuther creeturs dey ’low dey 
wa’n’t gwine ter let dryfoot man lak Brer Rabbit go in de water. 
So Brer Fox, he tuck holt er one staff er de sane, Brer Wolf he 
tuck holt er de yuther staff, en Brer B’ar he wade ’long behime 
fer ter lif’ de sane ’cross logs en snags. 
“Dey make one haul — no Moon; n’er haul — no Moon; n’er 
haul — no Moon. Den bimeby dey git out furder fum de bank. 
Water run in Brer Fox year, he shake he head; water run in Brer 
Wolf year, he shake he head; water run in Brer B’ar year, he 
shake he head. En de fus’ news you know, w’iles dey wuz 
a-shakin’, dey come to whar de bottom shelfed off. Brer Fox he 
step off en duck hisse’f; den Brer Wolf duck hisse’f; en Brer B’ar 
he make a splunge en duck hisse’f; en, bless gracious, dey kick en 
splatter twel it look lak dey ’uz gwine ter slosh all de water outer 
de mill-pon’. 
“W’en dey come out, de gals ’uz all a-snickerin’ en a-gigglin’, 
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