NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
des ez sho’ ez youer settin’ in dat cheer, ole Big-Money layin’ dar 
stone dead. Less 1 we go eat ’er up.* 
“‘Brer Rabbit, sho’ly youer jokin’!’ 
“ ‘Brer Wolf, I’m a-ginin ’ 2 un you de fatal fack. Come on, less 
go!’ 
“‘Brer Rabbit, is you sho’ she dead?’ 
“‘Brer Wolf, she done dead; come on, less go!’ 
“En go dey did. Dey went ’roun’ en dey got all de yuther 
creeturs, en Brer Wolf, livin’ so nigh, he let all he chilluns go, en 
’t wa’n’t so mighty long ’fo’ dey had a crowd dar des lak camp- 
meetin’ times. 
“ W’en dey git dar, sho’ nuff, dar lay ole Big-Money all stretch 
out on de river bank. Dis make Brer Wolf feel mighty good, en 
he tuck’n stick he han’s in he pocket en strut ’roun’ dar en look 
monst’us biggity. Atter he done tuck’n ’zamine ole Big-Money 
much ez he wanter, he up’n ’low, he did, dat dey better sorter 
rustle ’roun’ en make a fa’r dividjun. He ax Brer Mink, he ax 
Brer Coon, he ax Brer ’Possum, he ax Brer Tarrypin, he ax Brer 
Rabbit, w’ich part dey take, en dey all up’n ’low, dey did, dat 
bein’ ez Brer Wolf de biggest en de heartiest in de neighborhoods 
er de appetite, dey ’speck he better take de fus’ choosement. 
“ Wid dat Brer Wolf, he sot down on a log, en hang he head ter 
one side, sorter lak he ’shame’ er hisse’f. Bimeby, he up’n ’low: — 
“‘Now, den, folks en fr’en’s, sence you shove it on me, de 
shortes’ way is de bes’ way. Brer Coon, we bin good fr’en’s a 
mighty long time; how much er dish yer meat ought a fibble 3 
ole man lak me ter take?’ sezee. 
“ Brer Wolf talk mighty lovin’. Brer Coon snuff de a’r, en ’low: 
“‘I ’speck you better take one er de fo’-quarters. Brer Wolf,’ 
sezee. 
“Brer Wolf look lak he ’stonish’. He lif’ up he han’s, en ’low: 
“ ‘Law, Brer Coon, I tuck you ter be my fr’en’, dat I did. Man 
1 Let us; let’s; less. 2 G hard. 3 Feeble. 
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