NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
oozle out’n he nose. Sis B’ar, she jolt de sick baby wuss en wuss, 
en bimeby, she up’n say, sez she: — 
“ ‘I mighty glad ’t ain’t me, dat I is,’ sez she, ‘bekaze ef I wuz 
ter lef’ my ole man money-pus layin’ ’roun’ dat a-way, he’d des 
nat’ally rip up de planks in de flo’, en t’ar all de bark off’n de 
trees,’ sez she. 
“Ole Miss Rabbit, she sot dar, she did, en she rock en study, 
en study en rock, en she dunner w’at ter do. Ole Sis B’ar, she jolt 
en jolt de baby. Ole Brer Wolf, he let de ’barker smoke oozle thoo 
he nose, he did, en den he open bofe eyes en lay he pipe down. Wid 
dat, he crope down de back steps en lit out fer Brer Rabbit house. 
Brer Wolf got gait same lak race-hoss, en it ain’t take ’im long 
fer ter git whar he gwine. W’en he git ter Brer Rabbit house, he 
pull de latch-string en open de do’, en w’en he do dis, one er de 
little Rabs wake up, en he holler out: — 
“‘Dat you, mammy?’ 
“Den Brer Wolf wish he kin sing ‘Bye-O-Baby,’ but ’fo’ he kin 
make answer, de little Rab holler out ’g’in: — 
“ ‘Dat you, mammy? ’ 
“Ole Brer Wolf know he got ter do sump’n’, so he tuck’n 
w’isper, he did: — 
“‘Sh-sh-sh! Go ter sleep, honey. De boogers’ll git you!’ en 
wid dat de little Rab ’gun ter whimple, en he whimple hisse’f off 
ter sleep. 
“Den w’en it seem lak de little Rabs, w’ich dey wuz mighty 
nigh forty-eleven un um, is all gone ter sleep, Brer Wolf, he crope 
’roun’, he did, en feel on de mantel-shelf, en feel, en feel, twel he 
come ter ole Brer Rabbit money-pus. Ef he want so light wid he 
han’,” Uncle Remus went on, glancing quizzically at the child, 
“he’d a knock off de pollygollic vial w’at ole Miss Rabbit put up 
dar. But nummine! Brer Wolf, he feel, en feel, twel he come ter de 
money-pus, en he grab dat, he did, en he des flew’d away fum dar. 
“W’en he git out er sight en year’n’. Brer Wolf look at de 
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