NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
in dem days, ’kaze I got in my ’membunce right now de ’casion 
whar Brer Rabbit is tuck’n e’t meat.” 
The little boy had learned that it was not best to make any 
display of impatience, and so he waited quietly while Uncle 
Remus busied himself with arranging the tools on his shoe-bench. 
Presently the old man began: — 
“Hit so happen dat one day Brer Rabbit meet up wid Brer Fox, 
en w’en dey ’quire atter der corporosity, dey fine out dat bofe un 
um mighty po’ly. Brer Fox, he ’low, he do, dat he monst’us hon- 
gry, en Brer Rabbit he ’spon’ dat he got a mighty hankerin’ atter 
vittles hisse’f. Bimeby dey look up de big road, en dey see Mr. 
Man cornin’ ’long wid a great big hunk er beef und’ he arm. Brer 
Fox he up ’n ’low, he did, dat he lak mighty well fer ter git a tas’e 
er dat, en Brer Rabbit he ’low dat de sight er dat nice meat all 
lineded wid taller is nuff fer ter run a body ’stracted. 
“Mr. Man he come en he come ’long. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox 
dey look en dey look at ’im. Dey wink der eye en der mouf water. 
Brer Rabbit he ’low he bleedz ter git some er dat meat. Brer Fox 
he ’spon’, he did, dat it look mighty fur off ter him. Den Brer 
Rabbit tell Brer Fox fer ter foiler ’long atter ’im in hailin’ dis- 
tuns, en wid dat he put out, he did, en’t wa’nt long ’fo’ he kotch 
up wid Mr. Man. 
“Dey pass de time er day, en den dey went joggin’ ’long de 
road same lak dey ’uz gwine ’pun a journey. Brer Rabbit he keep 
on snuffin’ de a’r. Mr. Man up’n ax ’im is he got a bad cole, en 
Brer Rabbit ’spon’ dat he smell sump’n’ w’ich it don’t smell like 
ripe peaches. Bimeby, Brer Rabbit ’gun to hoi’ he nose, he did, 
en atter w’ile he sing out: — 
“‘Gracious en de goodness, Mr. Man! hit’s dat meat er yone. 
Phew! Whar’bouts is you pick up dat meat at? ’ 
“Dis make Mr. Man feel sorter ’shame’ hisse’f, en ter make 
marters wuss, yer come a great big green fly a-zoonin’ ’roun’. 
Brer Rabbit he git way off on t’er side er de road, en he keep on 
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