HOW BRER RABBIT GOT THE MEAT 
“Is Miss Sally tell you dat, honey? Well, ef she ain’t de beat- 
enes’ w’ite ’oman dis side er kingdom come, you kin des shoot me. 
Miss Sally tuck’n writ me a pass wid her own han’s fer ter go see 
some er my kin down dar in de Ashbank settlement. Yo’ mammy 
quare ’oman, honey, sho’! 
“En yit, w’at de good er my stayin’ yer? T’er night, I ain’t 
mo’n git good en started ’fo’ you er up en gone, en I ain’t seed ha’r 
ner hide un you sence. W’en I see you do dat, I ’low ter myse’f 
dat hit’s des ’bout time fer ole man Remus fer ter pack up he duds 
en go hunt comp’ny some’r’s else.” 
“Well, Uncle Remus,” exclaimed the little boy, in a tone of 
expostulation, “didn’t Brother Fox get the meat, and wasn’t 
that the end of the story?” 
Uncle Remus started to laugh, but he changed his mind so sud¬ 
denly that the little boy was convulsed. The old man groaned 
and looked at the rafters with a curious air of disinterestedness. 
After a while he went on with great seriousness: — 
“I dunner w’at kinder idee folks got ’bout Brer Rabbit nohow, 
dat I don’t. S’pozen you lays de plans so some yuther chap kin git 
a big hunk er goody, is you gwine ter set off some’r’s en see ’im 
make way wid it?” 
“What kind of goody, Uncle Remus?” 
“ Dish yer kinder goody w’at town folks keeps. Mint draps and 
reezins, en sweet doin’s lak Miss Sally keep und’ lock en key. 
Well, den, if you gits some er dat, er may be some yuther kinder 
goody, w’ich I wish ’t wuz yer right dis blessid minnit, is you 
gwine ter set quile up in dat cheer en let n’er chap run off wid it? 
Dat you ain’t — dat you ain’t!” 
“ Oh, I know! ” exclaimed the little boy. “ Brother Rabbit went 
back and made Brother Fox give him his part of the meat.” 
“Des lak I tell you, honey; dey wa’n’t no man ’mungs de 
creeturs w’at kin stan’ right flat-footed en wuk he min’ quick lak 
Brer Rabbit. He tuck’n tie de rock on de string, stidder de meat, 
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