BRER RABBIT GETS THE PROVISIONS 
command to attention; for the venerable darkey could be impe¬ 
rious enough when surrendering to the whims of his little partner. 
“All dish yer talk ’bout folks pe’shin’ out,” Uncle Remus went 
on with an indifferent air, “put me in min’ er de times w’en de 
creeturs tuck’n got up a famine ’mungs deyse’f. Hit come ’bout 
dat one time vittles wuz monst’us skace en high, en money mighty 
slack. Long ez dey wuz any vittles gwine ’roun’, Brer Rabbit, he 
’uz boun’ ter git he sheer un um, but bimeby hit come ter dat pass 
dat Brer Rabbit stomach ’gun ter pinch ’im; en w’iles he gettin’ 
hongry de yuther creeturs, dey ’uz gettin’ hongry deyse’f. Hit 
went on dis a-way twel one day Brer Rabbit en Brer Wolf meet 
up wid one er n’er in de big road, en atter dey holler howdy dey 
sat down, dey did, en make a bargain. 
“Dey tuck’n ’gree wid one er n’er dat dey sell der mammy en 
take de money en git sump’n’ n’er ter eat. Brer Wolf, he ’low, he 
did, dat bein’’s hit seem lak he de hongriest creetur on de face er 
de yeth, dat he sell his mammy fus’, en den, atter de vittles gin 
out, Brer Rabbit he kin sell he own mammy en git some mo’ 
grub. ♦ 
“Ole Brer Rabbit, he chipt in en ’greed, he did, en Brer Wolf, 
he tuck’n hitch up he team, en put he mammy in de waggin, en 
den him en Brer Rabbit druv off. Man come ’long: — 
“‘Whar you gwine?’ 
“ * Gwine ’long down ter town, 
Wid a bag er co’nfer ter sell; 
We ain’t got timefer ter stop en talk, 
Yit we wish you mighty well!’” 
“Did they talk poetry that way, Uncle Remus?” the little boy 
inquired. 
“Shoo! lot’s wuss dan dat, honey. Dey wuz constant a-gwine 
on dat a-way, en ef I wa’n’t gittin’ so mighty weak-kneed in de 
membunce I’d bust aloose yer en I’d fair wake you up wid de 
gwines on er dem ar creeturs. 
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