NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“‘Brer Tarrypin, how de name er goodness does you git urn?* 
“‘Don’t do no good fer ter tell you, Brer Fox. Nimble heel 
make restless min’. You ain’t got time fer ter wait en git um. Brer 
Fox.’ 
“‘Brer Tarrypin, I got all de week befo’ me.’ 
“‘Ef I tells you, you’ll go en tell all de t’er creeturs, en den 
dat’ll be de las’ er de Pimmerly Plum, Brer Fox.’ 
“‘Brer Tarrypin, dat I won’t. Des try me one time en see/ 
“Brer Tarrypin shet he eye lak he studyin’, en den he ’low: — 
“‘I tell you how I does, Brer Fox. W’en I wants a bait er de 
Pimmerly Plum right bad, I des takes my foot in my han’ en comes 
down yer ter dish yer tree. I comes en I takes my stan\ I gits 
right und’ de tree, en I r’ars my head back en opens my mouf. I 
opens my mouf, en w’en de Pimmerly Plum draps, I boun’ you she 
draps right spang in dar. All you got ter do is ter set en wait, 
Brer Fox/ 
“Brer Fox ain’t sayin’ nothin’. He des sot down und’ de tree, 
he did, en r’ar’d he head back, en open he mouf, en I wish ter good¬ 
ness you mought er bin had er chance fer ter see ’im settin’ dar. 
He look scan’lous, dat’s de long en de short un it; he des look 
scan’lous.” 
“Did he get the Pimmerly Plum, Uncle Remus?” asked the 
little boy. 
“Shoo! How he gwine git plum whar dey ain’t no plum?” 
“Well, what did he do?” 
“He sot dar wid he mouf wide open, en eve’y time Brer Tarry¬ 
pin look at ’im, much ez he kin do fer ter keep from bustin’ aloose 
en laffin’. But bimeby he make he way todes home, Brer Tarry¬ 
pin did, chucklin’ en laffin’, en ’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he meet Brer 
Rabbit tippin’ ’long down de road. Brer Rabbit, he hail ’im. 
“‘W’at ’muze you so mighty well, Brer Tarrypin?’ 
“Brer Tarrypin kotch he breff atter so long a time, en he 
’low: — 
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