THE PIMMERLY PLUM 
“ ‘ Brer Rabbit, I’m dat tickle’ twel I can’t shuffle ’long, skacely, 
en I’m fear’d ef I up’n tell you de ’casion un it, I’ll be tooken 
wid one er my spells whar folks hatter set up wid me ’kaze I laff 
so loud en laff so long.’ 
“ Yit atter so long a time, Brer Tarrypin up’n tell Brer Rabbit, 
en dey sot dar en chaw’d terbacker en kyar’d on des lak sho’ 
’nuff folks. Dat dey did!” 
Uncle Remus paused; but the little boy wanted to know what 
became of Brer Fox. 
“Hit’s mighty kuse,” said the old man, stirring around in the 
ashes as if in search of a potato, “but endurin’ er all my days I 
ain’t nev’ year nobody tell ’bout how long Brer Fox sot dar wait¬ 
in’ fer de Pimmerly Plum.” 
