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tinued, “dey wuz a Witch-Rabbit, en dat wuz her entitlements — 
ole Aunt Mammy-Bammy Big-Money. She live way off in a deep, 
dark swamp, en ef you go dar you hatter ride some, slide some; 
jump some, hump some; hop some, flop some; walk some, balk 
some; creep some, sleep some; fly some, cry some; toiler some, 
holler some; wade some, spade some; en ef you ain’t monst’us keer- 
ful you ain’t git dar den. Yit Brer Rabbit he git dar atter so long 
a time, en he mighty nigh wo’ out. 
“He sot down, he did, fer ter res’ hisse’f, en bimeby he see 
black smoke cornin’ outer de hole in de groun’ whar de ole Witch- 
Rabbit stay. Smoke git blacker en blacker, en atter w’ile Brer 
Rabbit know de time done come fer ’im ter open up en tell w’at 
he want.” 
As Uncle Remus interpreted the dialogue. Brother Rabbit 
spoke in a shrill, frightened tone, while the voice of the Rabbit- 
Witch was hoarse and oracular: — 
“ ‘Mammy-Bammy Big-Money, I needs yo’ he’p.’ 
“ ‘Son Riley Rabbit, why so? Son Riley Rabbit, why so?’ 
“ ‘Mammy-Bammy Big-Money, I los’ de foot you gim me.’ 
“ ‘O Riley Rabbit, why so? Son Riley Rabbit, why so?’ 
“ ‘Mammy-Bammy Big-Money, my luck done gone. I put dat 
foot down ’pon de groun’. I lef’ um dar I know not whar.’ 
“ ‘ De Wolf done tuck en stole yo’ luck, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley. 
Go fine de track, go git hit back, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.’ 
“Wid dat,” continued Uncle Remus, “ole Aunt Mammy- 
Bammy Big-Money sucked all de black smoke back in de hole in 
de groun’, and Brer Rabbit des put out fer home. W’en he git 
dar, w’at do he do? Do he go off in a cornder by hisse’f, en wipe 
he weepin’eye? Dathe don’t — dat he don’t. He des tuck’n wait 
he chance. He wait en he wait; he wait all day, he wait all night; 
he wait mighty nigh a mont’. He hang ’roun’ Brer Wolf house; he 
watch en he wait. 
“Bimeby, one day, Brer Rabbit git de news dat Brer Wolf des 
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