NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Dey all ’gree ter dis plan, mo’ ’speshually ole Brer Wolf, so 
den dey tuck’n tie ’im onter Big-Money. Dey tie ’im on dar, dey 
did, en den ole Brer Wolf look all ’roun’ en wunk at de yuthers. 
Brer Rabbit, he tuck’n wunk back, en den Brer Wolf retch down 
en bite Big-Money on de back er de neck. Co’se, w’en he do dis, 
Big-Money bleedz ter flinch; let ’lone dat, she bleedz ter jump. 
Brer Wolf holler out: — 
“‘Ow! Runyer somebody! Take me off! She ain’t dead! O 
Lordy! I feel ’er move! ’ 
Brer Rabbit holler back: — 
“‘Nummine de flinchin’, Brer Wolf. She done dead; I done 
year ’er sesso 1 ’erse’f. She dead, sho’. Bite er ag’in, Brer Wolf, 
bite ’er ag’in!’ 
“Brer Rabbit talk so stiff, hit sorter tuck de chill off’n Brer 
Wolf, en he dipt down en bit ole Big-Money ag’in. Wid dat, she 
’gun ter move off, en Brer Wolf he holler des lak de woods done 
kotch a-fier: — 
“ ‘Ow! O Lordy! Ontie me, Brer Rabbit, ontie me! She ain’t 
dead! Ow! Run yer, Brer Rabbit, en ontie me! ’ 
“ Brer Rabbit, he holler back: — 
“ ‘ She er sho’ly dead, Brer Wolf! Nail ’er, Brer Wolf! Bite ’er! 
gnyaw ’er!’ 
“Brer Wolf keep on bitin’, en Big-Money keep on movin’ off. 
Bimeby, she git ter de bank er de river, en she fall in — cumber- 
joom! — en dat ’uz de las’ er Brer Wolf.” 
“What did Brother Rabbit do?” the little boy asked, after a 
while. 
“Well,” responded Uncle Remus, in the tone of one anxious to 
dispose of a disagreeable matter as pleasantly as possible, “you 
know w’at kinder man Brer Rabbit is. He des went off some’rs 
by he own-alone se’f en tuck a big laugh.” 
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