NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“‘Go fetch me a pail!’ 
“ Guinny-hin, she run’d off, she did, en atter w’ile yer she come 
trottin’ back wid a pail. She sot dat pail down,” continued Uncle 
Remus, in the tone of an eye-witness to the occurrence, “en Sis 
Cow, she tuck ’er stan’ over it, en she let down ’er milk in dar 
twel she mighty nigh fill de pail full. Den she tuck’n make dem 
Guinny-hins git in a row, en she dip ’er tail in dat ar pail, en she 
switch it at de fust un en sprinkle ’er all over wid de milk; en eve’y 
time she switch ’er tail at um she ’low: — 
“ ‘I loves dis un!’ Den she ’ud sing: — 
“‘Oh, Blue , go ’way! you shill not stay I 
Oh, Guinny , he Gray, he Gray!* 
“She tuck’n sprinkle de las’ one un um, en de Guinnies, dey sot 
in de sun twel dey git dry, en fum dat time out dey got dem little 
speckles un um.” 
XXXIV 
BRER RABBIT’S LOVE-CHARM 
“Dey wuz one time,” said Uncle Remus one night, as they all sat 
around the wide hearth, — Daddy Jack, Aunt Tempy, and the 
little boy in their accustomed places, — “dey wuz one time w’en 
de t’er creeturs push Brer Rabbit so close dat he tuck up a kinder 
idee dat may be he wa’n’t ez smart ez he mout be, en he study 
’bout dis plum twel he git humble ez de nex’ man. ’Las’ he low 
ter hisse’f dat he better make inquirements —” 
“Ki!” exclaimed Daddy Jack, raising both hands and grinning 
excitedly, “wut tale dis? I bin yerry da tale wun I is bin wean’t 
fum me mammy.” 
“Well, den. Brer Jack,” said Uncle Remus, with instinctive 
deference to the rules of hospitality, “I ’speck you des better 
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