NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
’ud be good, en some seasons dey’d be bad. Brer Rabbit, he 
far’d lak de res’ un um. W’at he’d make, dat he’d spen\ One 
season he tuck’n made a fine chance er goobers, en he ’low, he did, 
dat ef dey fetch ’im anywhars nigh de money w’at he ’speck dey 
would, he go ter town en buy de truck w’at needcessity call fer. 
“He ain’t no sooner say dat dan ole Miss Rabbit, she vow, she 
did, dat it be a scannul en a shame ef he don’t whirl in en git 
sevin tin cups fer de chilluns fer ter drink out’n, en sevin tin 
plates fer’m fer ter sop out’n, en a coffee-pot fer de fambly. Brer 
Rabbit say dat des zackly w’at he gwine do, en he ’low, he did, 
dat he gwine ter town de cornin’ We’n’sday.” 
Uncle Remus paused, and indulged in a hearty laugh before he 
resumed: — 
“Brer Rabbit wa’n’t mo’n out’n de gate ’fo’ Miss Rabbit, she 
slap on ’er bonnet, she did, en rush ’cross ter Miss Mink house, 
en she ain’t bin dar a minnit ’fo’ she up’n tell Miss Mink dat 
Brer Rabbit done promise ter go ter town We’n’sday cornin’ en 
git de chilluns sump’n’. Co’se, w’en Mr. Mink come home, Miss 
Mink she up’n ’low she want ter know w’at de reason he can’t buy 
sump’n’ fer his chilluns same ez Brer Rabbit do fer his’n, en dey 
quo’ll en quo’ll des lak folks. Atter dat Miss Mink she kyar de 
news ter Miss Fox, en den Brer Fox he tuk’n got a rakin’ over 
de coals. Miss Fox she tell Miss Wolf, en Miss Wolf she tell Miss 
B’ar, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ ev’ybody in dem diggin’s know dat 
Brer Rabbit gwine ter town de cornin’ We’n’sday fer ter git his 
chilluns sump’n’; en all de yuther creeturs’ chilluns ax der ma 
w’at de reason der pa can’t git dem sump’n’. So dar it went. 
“Brer Fox, en Brer Wolf, en Brer B’ar, dey make up der mines, 
dey did, dat ef dey gwine ter ketch up wid Brer Rabbit, dat wuz 
de time, en dey fix up a plan dat dey’d lay fer Brer Rabbit en 
nab ’im w’en he come back fum town. Dey tuck’n make all der 
’rangerments, en wait fer de day. 
“Sho’ nuff, w’en We’n’sday come, Brer Rabbit e’t he brekkus 
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