NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
Brer Wolf make ans’er, en bimeby Brer B’ar he fotch a snort 
en run’d off; en, bless gracious! ’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ de las’ one er 
de creeturs wuz a-skaddlin’ thoo de woods lak de Ole Boy was 
atter um — en all ’kaze Brer Rabbit year Mr. Man cut tree 
down. 
“Dey run’d en dey run’d,” Uncle Remus went on, “twel dey 
come ter Brer Tarrypin house, en dey sorter slack up ’kaze dey 
done mighty nigh los’ der win’. Brer Tarrypin, he up’n ax um 
wharbouts dey gwine, en dey ’low dey wuz a monst’us tarryfyin’ 
racket back dar in de woods. Brer Tarrypin, he ax w’at she soun’ 
lak. One say he dunno, n’er say he dunno, den dey all say dey 
dunno. Den Brer Tarrypin, he up’n ax who year dis monst’us 
racket. One say he dunno, n’er say he dunno, den dey all say 
dey dunno. Dis make ole Brer Tarrypin laff ’way down in he in¬ 
sides, en he up’n say, sezee: — 
“‘You all kin run ’long ef you feel skittish,’ sezee. ‘Atter I 
cook my brekkus en wash up de dishes, ef I gits win’ er any 
’spicious racket may be I mought take down my pairsol en foller 
long atter you,’ sezee. 
“W’en de creeturs come ter make inquirements ’mungs one 
er n’er ’bout who start de news, hit went right spang back ter Brer 
Rabbit, but, lo en beholes! Brer Rabbit ain’t dar, en it tu’n out 
dat Brer Coon is de man w’at seed ’im las’. Den dey got ter layin* 
de blame un it on one er n’er, en little mo’ en dey’d er fit dar scan’- 
lous, but ole Brer Tarrypin, he up’n ’low dat ef dey want ter git de 
straight un it, dey better go see Brer Rabbit. 
“All de creeturs wuz ’gree’ble, en dey put out ter Brer Rab¬ 
bit house. W’en dey git dar, Brer Rabbit wuz a-settin’ cross- 
legged in de front po’ch winkin’ he eye at de sun. Brer B’ar, he 
speak up: — 
“‘W’at make you fool me, Brer Rabbit ? 9 
“‘Fool who, Brer B’ar?’ 
“‘Me, Brer Rabbit, dat’s who. 5 
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