BRER RABBIT AND THE MOSQUITOES 
dar, he ’low, he did, dat no man w’at can’t put up wid skeeters 
ain’t gwine ter come a-courtin’ his gal. 
“Den Brer Coon, he come flyin’ ’roun’ de gal, but he ain’t bin 
dar no time skacely ’fo’ he ’gun ter knock at de skeeters; en no 
sooner is he done dis dan Brer Wolf show ’im de do’. Brer Mink, 
he come en try he han’, yit he bleedz ter fight de skeeters, en Brer 
Wolf ax ’im out. 
“Hit went on dis a-way twel bimeby all de creeturs bin flyin’ 
’roun’ Brer Wolf’s gal ’ceppin’ it’s ole Brer Rabbit, en w’en he 
year w’at kinder treatments de yuther creeturs bin ketchin’ he 
’low ter hisse’f dat he b’leeve in he soul he mus’ go down ter Brer 
Wolf house en set de gal out one whet ef it’s de las’ ack. 
“No sooner say, no sooner do. Off he put, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ 
he fine hisse’f knockin’ at Brer Wolf front do’. Ole Sis Wolf, she 
tuck’n put down ’er knittin’ en she up’n low, she did: — 
“‘Who dat?’ 
“De gal, she ’uz stannin’ up ’fo’ de lookin’-glass sorter primpin’, 
en she choke back a giggle, she did, en ’low: — 
“‘Sh-h-h! My goodness, mammy! dat’s Mr. Rabbit. I year 
de gals say he’s a mighty prop-en-tickler 1 gentermun, en I des 
hope you ain’t gwine ter set dar en run on lak you mos’ allers 
does w’en I got comp’ny ’bout how much soap-grease you done 
save up en how many kitten de ole cat got. I gits right ’shame’ 
sometimes, dat I does!’” 
The little boy looked astonished. 
“Did she talk that way to her mamma?” he asked. 
“ Shoo , chile! ’Mungs’ all de creeturs dey ain’t no mo’ kuse 
creeturs dan de gals. Ole ez I is, ef I wuz ter start in dis minnit 
fer ter tell you how kuse de gals is, en de Lord wuz ter spar’ me 
plum twel I git done, yo’ head ’ud be gray, en Remus ’ud be des 
twice-t ez ole ez w’at he is right now.” 
“Well, what did her mamma say, Uncle Remus?” 
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