NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Brer Tarrypin he feel so good en de shade so cool, dat’t wa’n’t 
long ’fo’ he got ter noddin’, en bimeby he drapt off en went soun’ 
asleep. Co’se, Brer Tarrypin kyar he house wid ’im eve’ywhar he 
go, en w’en he fix fer ter go ter sleep, he des shet de do 5 en pull to 
de winder-shetters, en dar he is des ez snug ez de ole black cat 
und’ de barn. 
“Brer Tarrypin lay dar, he did, en sleep, en sleep. He dunner 
how long he sleep, but bimeby he feel somebody foolin’ ’long wid 
’im. He keep de do’ shet, en he lay dar en lissen. He feel some¬ 
body tu’nin’ he house ’roun’ en ’roun’. Dis sorter skeer Brer 
Tarrypin, ’kaze he know dat ef dey tu’n he house upside down 
he ull have all sorts er times gittin’ back. Wid dat, he open de do’ 
little ways, en he see Brer Fox projickin’ wid ’im. He open de do’ 
little furder, he did, en he break out in a great big hoss-laff, en 
holler: — 
“‘Well! well, well! Who’d ’a’ thunk it! Ole Brer Fox, cuter dan 
de common run, is done come en kotch me. En he come at sech a 
time, too! I feels dat full twel I can’t see straight skacely. Ef dey 
wuz any jealousness proned inter me, I’d des lay yer en pout 
’kaze Brer Fox done fine out whar I gits my Pimmerly Plum.’ 
“In dem days,” continued Uncle Remus, speaking to the child’s 
look of inquiry, “de Pimmerly Plum wuz monst’us skace. Leavin’ 
out Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin dey wa’n’t none er de yuther 
creeturs dat yuvver got a glimp’ un it, let ’lone a tas’e. So den 
w’en Brer Fox year talk er de Pimmerly Plum, bless gracious! he 
h’ist up he head en let Brer Tarrypin ’lone. Brer Tarrypin keep 
on laffin’ en Brer Fox ’low: — 
“‘Hush, Brer Tarrypin! you makes my mouf water! Whar- 
’bouts de Pimmerly Plum?’ 
“Brer Tarrypin, he sorter cle’r up de ho’seness in he th’oat, en 
sing: — 
u *Poun' er sugar , en a pint er rum , 
Ain't nigh so sweet ez de Pimmerly Plum l' 
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