BRER RABBIT SUBMITS TO A TEST 
“Where was he going, Uncle Remus ?” asked the little 
boy. 
“Lemme ’lone, honey! Lemme sorter git hit up, like. De trail 
mighty cole ’long yer, sho’; ’kaze dish yer tale ain’t come ’cross 
my min’ not sence yo’ gran’pa fotch us all out er Ferginny, en 
dat’s a monst’us long time ago. 
“He put out, Brer Rabbit did, fer ter see ole Mammy-Bammy 
Big-Money.” 
“ Dat ’uz dat ole Witch-Rabbit,” remarked Aunt Tempy, com¬ 
placently. 
“Yasser,” continued Uncle Remus, “de ve’y same ole creetur 
w’at I done tell you ’bout w’en Brer Rabbit los’ he foot. He put 
out, he did, en atter so long a time he git dar. He take time fer 
ter ketch he win’, en den he sorter shake hisse’f up en rustle 
’roun’ in de grass. Bimeby he holler: — 
“‘Mammy-Bammy Big-Money! O Mammy-Bammy Big- 
Money! I journeyed fur, I journeyed fas’; I glad I foun’ de place 
at las’.’ 
“Great big black smoke rise up out er de groun\ en ole 
Mammy-Bammy Big-Money ’low: — 
“‘Wharfo’, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley? Son Riley Rabbit, 
wharfo’?’ 
“Wid dat,” continued Uncle Remus, dropping the sing-song 
tone by means of which he managed to impart a curious dignity 
and stateliness to the dialogue between Brother Rabbit and 
Mammy-Bammy Big-Money, — “wid dat Brer Rabbit up n 
tell ’er, he did, ’bout how he fear’d he losin’ de use er he min’, 
’kaze he done come ter dat pass dat he ain’t kin fool de yuther 
creeturs no mo’, en dey push ’im so closte twel t won t be long fo 
dey’ll git ’im. De ole Witch-Rabbit she sot dar, she did, en suck 
in black smoke en puff it out ’g’in, twel you can t see nothin t 
all but ’er great big eyeballs en ’er great big years. Atter w’ile she 
’low: — 
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