NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
Brer Rabbit, he make lak he cry in’ wusser en wusser; he des 
fa’rly blubber.” 
Uncle Remus gave a ludicrous imitation of Brother Rabbit’s 
wailings. 
“ ‘Ber — ber — Brer Wooly —- ooly — oolf! Is you gwine — 
is you gwine ter sakerfice-t me right now — ow — ow?’ 
“‘Dat I is, Brer Rabbit; dat I is.’ 
“ 4 Well, ef I blee-eedz ter be kilt, Brer Wooly — ooly — oolf, I 
wants ter be kilt right, en ef I blee-eedz ter be e’t, I wants ter be 
e’t ri — ight, too, now! ’ 
“‘How dat, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘I want you ter show yo’ p’liteness, Brer Wooly — ooly — 
oolf!’ 
“‘How I gwine do dat, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘I want you ter say grace, Brer Wolf, en say it quick, ’kaze I 
gittin’ mighty weak.’ 
“‘How I gwine say grace, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘Fol’ yo’ han’s und’ yo’ chin, Brer Wolf, en shet yo’ eyes, en 
say: “Bless us en bine us, en put us in crack whar de Ole Boy 
can’t fine us.” Say it quick, Brer Wolf, ’kaze I failin’ mighty 
fas’.’” 
“Now ain’t dat des too much!” exclaimed Aunt Tempy, as 
delighted as the little boy. Uncle Remus laughed knowingly and 
went on: — 
“Brer Wolf, he put up he han’s, he did, en shot he eyes, en ’low, 
‘Bless us en bine us;’ but he ain’t git no furder, ’kaze des time he 
take up he han’s, Brer Rabbit fotch a wiggle, he did, en lit on he 
foots, en he des nat’ally lef’ a blue streak behime ’im.” 
“ Ah-yi-ee! ” exclaimed Daddy Jack, while Aunt Tempy allowed 
her arms to drop helplessly from her lap as she cried “Dar now!” 
and the little boy clasped his hands in an ecstasy of admiration. 
“Oh, I just knew Brother Rabbit would get away,” the child 
declared. 
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