NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“ ‘Dar sets a squer’l in dat tree, Son Riley; go fetch dat squer’l 
straight ter me, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley/ 
“Brer Rabbit sorter study, en den he ’low, he did: — 
‘“I ain’t got much sense lef’, yit ef I can’t coax dat chap down 
from dar, den hit’s ’kaze I done got some zeeze w’ich it make me 
fibble in de min’,’ sezee. 
“Wid dat, Brer Rabbit tuck’n empty de provender out’n he 
bag en got ’im two rocks, en put de bag over he head en sot down 
und’ de tree whar he squer’l is. He wait little w’ile, en den he hit 
de rocks tergedder — blip ! 
“ Squer’l he holler, ‘ Hey! ’ 
“Brer Rabbit wait little, en den he tuck’n slap de rocks ter¬ 
gedder — blap ! 
“Squer’l he run down de tree little bit en holler, ‘Heyo!’ 
“Brer Rabbit ain’t sayin’ nothin’. He des pop de rocks ter¬ 
gedder— blopl 
“Squer’l, he come down little furder, he did, en holler, ‘Who 
dat?’ 
“‘Biggidy Dicky Big-Bag!’ 
“‘What you doin’ in dar?’ 
“‘Crackin’ hick’y nuts.’ 
“‘Kin I crack some?’ 
“ ‘Tooby sho’, Miss Bunny Bushtail; come git in de bag.’ 
“Miss Bunny Bushtail hang back,” continued Uncle Remus, 
chuckling; “but de long en de short un it wuz dat she got in de 
bag, en Brer Rabbit he tuck’n kyar’d ’er ter ole Mammy-Bammy 
Big-Money. De ole Witch-Rabbit, she tuck’n tu’n de squer’l 
a-loose, en ’low: — 
“ ‘Dar lies a snake in ’mungs’ de grass, Son Riley; go fetch ’im 
yer, en be right fas’, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.’ 
“Brer Rabbit look ’roun’, en sho’ nuff dar lay de bigges’ 
kinder rattlesnake, all quile up ready fer business. Brer Rabbit 
scratch he year wid he behime leg, en study. Look lak he gwine 
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