HOW BRER RABBIT GOT THE MEAT 
clewin’ up he th’oat. Den Brer Fox he want some water sho* 
nuff: — 
“‘Brer Rabbit, whar you fin’ de spring? 1 
‘“’Cross de road, en down de hill en up de big gully/ 
“Brer Fox, he lope off, he did, en atter he gone Brer Rabbit 
totch he year wid he behime foot lak he flippin’ ’im good-bye. 
Brer Fox, he cross de road en rush down de hill, he did, yit he 
ain’t fin’ no big gully. He keep on gwine twel he fin’ de big gully, 
yit he ain’t fin’ no spring. 
“W’iles all dish yer gwine on, Brer Rabbit he tuck’n grabble 
a hole in de groun’, he did, en in dat hole he hid de meat. Atter 
he git it good en hid, he tuck’n cut ’im a long keen hick’ry, en 
atter so long a time, w’en he year Brer Fox cornin’ back, he got 
in a clump er bushes, en tuck dat hick’ry en let in on a saplin’, en 
ev’y time he hit de saplin’, he ’ud squall out, Brer Rabbit would, 
des lak de patter-rollers had ’im: — 
“Pow , pow! ‘Oh, pray, Mr. Man!’ — Pow , pow! ‘Oh, pray, 
Mr. Man!’ — Chippy-row , pow! ‘Oh, Lordy, Mr. Man! Brer 
Fox tuck yo’ meat! ’ — Pow! ‘ Oh, pray, Mr. Man! Brer Fox tuck 
yo’ meat!’” 
Every time Uncle Remus said “Pow!”he struck himself in the 
palm of his hand with a shoe-sole by way of illustration. 
“Co’se,” he went on, “w’en Brer Fox year dis kinder doin’s, 
he fotch up, he did, en lissen, en ev’y time he year de hick’ry come 
down pow! he tuck’n grin en ’low ter hisse’f, ‘Ah-yi! you fool me 
’bout de water! Ah-yi! you fool me ’bout de water!’ 
“Atter so long a time, de racket sorter die out, en seem lak 
Mr. Man wuz draggin’ Brer Rabbit off. Dis make Brer Fox feel 
mighty skittish. Bimeby Brer Rabbit come a-cally-hootin’ back 
des a-hollerin’: — 
“‘Run, Brer Fox, run! Mr. Man say he gwine to kyar dat 
meat up de road ter whar he son is,en den he’s a-comin’ back atter 
you. Run, Brer Fox, run!’ 
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