NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
*uz on de t’er side; en ole Brer B’ar he ’uz quiled up in de gully 
takin’ a nap. \ 
“Brer Rabbit, he tuck’n peep at um, he did, en he lick he foot 
en roach back he h’ar, en den hoi’ his han’s ’cross he mouf en laff 
lak some chilluns does w’en dey t’ink dey er foolin’ der ma.” 
“Not me, Uncle Remus — not me!” exclaimed the little boy 
promptly. 
“Heyo dar! don’t kick ’fo’ you er spurred, honey! Brer Rabbit, 
he seed um all dar, en he tuck’n grin, he did, en den he lit out ter 
whar he done lef ’ he truck, en w’en he git dar he dance ’roun’ en 
slap hisse’f on de leg, en make all sorts er kuse motions. Den he 
go ter wuk en tu’n de coffee-pot upside down en stick it on he 
head; den he run he gallus thoo de han’les er de cups, en sling um 
crosst he shoulder; den he ’vide de platters, some in one han’ en 
some in de yuther. Atter he git good en ready, he crope ter de 
top er de hill, he did, en tuck a runnin’ start, en flew down like 
a harrycane — rickety , rackety , slambang /” 
, The little boy clapped his hands enthusiastically. 
“Bless yo’ soul, dem creeturs ain’t year no fuss lak dat, en dey 
ain’t seed no man w’at look lak Brer Rabbit do, wid de coffee¬ 
pot on he head, en de cups a-rattlin’ on he gallus, en de platters 
a-wavin’ en a-shinin’ in de a’r. 
“Now, mine you, ole Brer B’ar wuz layin’ off up de gully takin’ 
a nap, en de fuss skeer ’im so bad dat he make a break en run 
over Brer Fox. He rush out in de road, he did, en w’en he see de 
sight, he whirl ’roun’ en run over Brer Wolf. Wid der scramblin’ 
en der scufflin’, Brer Rabbit got right on um ’fo’ dey kin git aw^ay. 
He holler out, he did: — 
“ 4 Gimme room! Tu’n me loose! I’m ole man Spewter-Splutter 
wid long claws, en scales on my back! I’m snaggle-toofed en 
double-j ’inted! Gimme room! ’ 
“Eve’y time he’d fetch a whoop, he’d rattle de cups en slap 
de platters tergedder — rickety , rackety , slambang! En I let you 
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