BRER RABBIT AND HIS FAMOUS FOOT 
de neighborhoods wuz dar, a-whispun en a-talkin’, des fer all de 
worl’ lak wimmin does deze days. It ’uz: — 
“‘Come right in, Sis Rabbit! I mighty proud to see you. I 
mighty glad you fotch yo’ knittin’, ’kaze I’m pow’ful po’ com- 
p’ny w’en my chillun sick. Des fling yo’ bonnet on de bed dar. 
I’m dat flustrated twel I dunner w’ich een’s up, skacely. Sis Wolf, 
han’ Sis Rabbit dat rickin’-cheer dar, ’kaze’t ain’t no one step 
fum her house ter mine.’ 
“Dat de way ole Miss B’ar run on,” continued Uncle Remus, 
“en dey set dar en dey chatter en dey clatter. Ole Brer Wolf, he 
’uz settin’ out on de back peazzer smokin’ en noddin’. He ’ud take 
en draw a long whiff, he would, en den he ’ud drap off ter noddin’ 
en let de smoke oozle out thoo he nose. Bimeby ole Sis Rabbit 
drap ’er knittin’ in ’er lap, en sing out, sez she: — 
“ ‘Law, Sis B’ar! I smells ’barker smoke,’ sez she. 
“Ole Sis B’ar, she jolt up de sick baby, en swap it fum one knee 
ter de yuther, en ’low: — 
“ ‘My ole man bin smokin’ ’roun’ yer de whole blessid day, but 
soon’z dish yer chile tuck sick, I des tuck’n tole ’im, sez I, fer ter 
take hisse’f off in de woods whar he b’long at, sez I. Yessum! I 
did dat! I pities any ’oman w’at ’er ole man is fer’verlastin’ stuck 
’roun’ de house w’en dey’s any sickness gwine on,’ sez she. 
“Ole Brer Wolf sot out dar on de back peazzer, en he shot one 
eye, he did, en open um ’g’in, en let de smoke oozle out’n he nose. 
Sis B’ar, she jolt de sick baby en swap it fum one knee ter de 
yuther. Dey sot dar en talk twel bimeby der confab sorter slack 
up. Fus’ news dey know Sis Rabbit drap ’er knittin’ en fling up 
’er han’s en squall out: — 
“‘De gracious en de goodness! Ef I ain’t done come traipsin’ 
off en lef’ my ole man money-pus, en he got sump’n’ in dar w’at 
he won’t take a purty fer, needer! I’m dat fergitful,’ sez she, 
‘ twel hit keep me mizerbul mighty nigh de whole time,’ sez she. 
“Brer Wolf, he lif’ up he year en open he eye, en let de smoke 
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