IN SOME LADY’S GARDEN 
skacely twel yer come Brer Fox a-pirootin’ ’roun’. Brer Fox year 
Brer Rabbit holl’in’ en he up’n ax w’at de ’casion er sech gwines 
on right dar in de broad open daylight. Brer Rabbit squall out: — 
“‘Lordy, Brer Fox! you better make ’as’e ’way fum yer, ’kaze 
Mr. Man ull ketch you en slap you in dish yer box en make you 
eat mutton twel you ull des nat’ally bus’ right wide open. Run, 
Brer Fox, run! He bin feedin’ me on mutton the whole blessid 
mawnin’ en now he done gone atter mo’. Run, Brer Fox, run!’ 
“Yit, Brer Fox ain’t run. He up’n ax Brer Rabbit how de 
mutton tas’e. 
‘“He tas’e mighty good ’long at fus’, but nuff’s a nuff, en too 
much is a plenty. Run, Brer Fox, run! He ull ketch you, sho’!’ 
“Yit, Brer Fox ain’t run. He up’n ’low dat he b’leeve he want 
some mutton hisse’f, en wid dat he onloose de trap en let Brer 
Rabbit out, en den he tuck’n git in dar. Brer Rabbit ain’t wait 
fer ter see w’at de upshot gwine ter be, needer — I boun’ you he 
ain’t. He des tuck’n gallop off in de woods, en he laff en laff twel 
he hatter hug a tree fer ter keep fum drappin’ on de groun’.” 
“Well, but what became of Brother Fox? ” the little boy asked, 
after waiting some time for Uncle Remus to proceed. 
“Now, den, honey,” said the old man, falling back upon his 
dignity, “hit e’en about takes all my spar’ time fer ter keep up 
wid you en Brer Rabbit, let ’lone keepin’ up wid Brer Fox. Ole 
Brer Rabbit tuck’n tuck keer hisse’f, en now let Brer Fox take 
keer hisse’f.” 
“I say de word!” exclaimed Aunt Tempy. 
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