BRER WOLF SAYS GRACE 
man with emphasis, “en I be mighty glad ef Sis Tempy yer will 
’scuze me w’iles I runs over de tale ’long wid you.” 
“Bless yo’ soul, Brer Remus, don’t pay no ’tention ter me,” 
said Aunt Tempy, folding her fat arms upon her ample bosom, 
and assuming an attitude of rest and contentment. “I’m bad ez 
de chillun ’bout dem ole tales, ’kaze I kin des set up yer un lissen 
at um de whole blessid night, un a good part er de day. Yass, 
Lord!” 
“Well, den,” said Uncle Remus, “we ull des huddle up yer en 
see w’at ’come er Brer Rabbit, w’en ole Brer Wolf kotch ’im. In 
dem days,” he continued, looking at Daddy Jack and smiling 
broadly, “de creeturs wuz constant gwine a-courtin’. Ef ’t 
wa’n’t Miss Meadows en de gals dey wuz flyin’ ’roun’, hit ’uz 
Miss Motts. Dey wuz constant a-courtin’. En’t wa’n’t none er 
dish yer ‘Howdy-do-ma’m-I-’speck-I-better-be-gwine,’ n’er. Hit 
’uz go atter brekkus en stay twel atter supper. Brer Rabbit, he 
got tuk wid a-likin’ fer Miss Motts, en soon one mawnin’, he 
tuck’n slick hisse’f up, he did, en put out ter call on ’er. W’en 
Brer Rabbit git ter whar Miss Motts live, she done gone off 
some’rs. 
“Some folks ’ud er sot down en wait twel Miss Motts come 
back, en den ag’in some folks ’ud er tuck der foot in der han’ en 
went back; but ole Brer Rabbit, he ain’t de man fer ter be out¬ 
done, en he des tuck’n go in de kitchen en light he seegyar, 
en den he put out fer ter pay a call on Miss Meadows en de 
gals. 
“W’en he git dar, lo en beholes, he fine Miss Motts dar, en he 
tipped in, ole Brer Rabbit did, en he galanted ’roun’ ’mungs um, 
same lak one er dese yer town chaps, w at you see come out ter 
Harmony Grove meetin’-house. Dey talk en dey laff; dey laff en 
dey giggle. Bimeby, ’long todes night, Brer Rabbit ’low he better 
be gwine. De wimmen folks dey all ax ’im fer ter stay twel atter 
supper, ’kaze he sech lively comp’ny, but Brer Rabbit fear’d some 
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