BRER WOLF SAYS GRACE 
come ’long en wake me up, en sho’ nuff, yer you come en yer you 
is,’ sez Brer Wolf, sezee. 
“Oh-ho, Mr. Rabbit! How you feel now?” exclaimed Aunt 
Tempy, her sympathies evidently with Brother Wolf. 
“W’en Brer Rabbit year dis,” said Uncle Remus, paying no 
attention to the interruption, “he ’gun ter git mighty skeer’d, en 
he whirl in en beg Brer Wolf fer ter please tu’n ’im loose; but dis 
make Brer Wolf grin wusser, en he toof look so long en shine so 
w’ite, en he gum look so red, dat Brer Rabbit hush up en stay 
still. He so skeer’d dat he bref come quick, en he heart go lak flut¬ 
ter-mill. He chune up lak he gwine cry: — 
“‘Whar you gwine kyar me, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘Down by de branch, Brer Rabbit.’ 
“‘W’at you gwine down dar fer, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘So I kin git some water ter clean you wid atter I done skunt 
you, Brer Rabbit.’ 
“‘Please, sir, lemme go, Brer Wolf.’ 
“‘You talk so young you make me laff, Brer Rabbit.’ 
“‘Dat sparrer-grass done make me sick, Brer Wolf.’ 
“‘You’ll be sicker’n dat ’fo’ I git done wid you, Brer Rabbit.’ 
“ ‘ Whar I come fum nobody dast ter eat sick folks, Brer Wolf.’ 
“ ‘ Whar I come fum dey ain’t dast ter eat no yuther kin’, Brer 
Rabbit.’” 
“Ole Mr. Rabbit wuz a-talkin’, mon,” said Aunt Tempy, with 
a chuckle that caused her to shake like a piece of jelly. 
“Dey went on dis a-way,” continued Uncle Remus, “plum 
twel dey git ter de branch. Brer Rabbit, he beg en cry, en cry en 
beg, en Brer Wolf, he ’fuse en grin, en grin en ’fuse. W’en dey 
come ter de branch, Brer Wolf lay Brer Rabbit down on de groun’ 
en hilt ’im dar, en den he study how he gwine make way wid ’im. 
He study en he study, en w’iles he studyin’ Brer Rabbit, he tuck’n 
study some on he own hook. 
“Den w’en it seem lak Brer Wolf done fix all de ’rangerments, 
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