NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Now, den, dey tuck’n kyar Brer Wolf mammy ter town en 
sell ’er, en dey start back wid a waggin-load er vittles. De day 
wuz a-wanin’ den de sun wuz a-settin’. De win’ tuck’n blow up 
sorter stiff, en de sun look red when she settin\ Dey druv on, en 
druv on. De win’ blow, en de sun shine red. Bimeby, Brer Wolf 
scrooch up en shiver, en ’low: — 
“‘Brer Rabbit, I’m a-gittin’ mighty cole/ 
“Brer Rabbit, he laugh en ’low: — 
“‘I’m gittin’ sorter creepy myself, Brer Wolf.’ 
“Dey druv on en druv on. Win’blow keen, sun shine red. Brer 
Wolf scrooch up in little knot. Bimeby he sing out: — 
“‘Brer Rabbit, I’m freezin’! I’m dat cole I dunner w’at ter 
do! ’ < 
“Brer Rabbit, he p’int ter de settin’ sun en say: — 
“‘You see dat great big fier ’cross dar in de woods. Brer Wolf? 
Well, dey ain’t nothin’ ter hender you fum gwine dar en wommin’ 
yo’se’f en I ’ll wait yer fer you. Gimme de lines. Brer Wolf, en you 
go worn yo’se’f all over.’ 
“Wid dat Brer Wolf, he put out des ez hard ez he kin, fer ter 
see ef he can’t fin’ de fier; en w’iles he wuz gone, bless goodness, 
w’at should Brer Rabbit do but cut off de hosses’ tails en stick 
um down deep in de mud —” 
“Le’ ’im ’lone, now! Des le’ ’im ’lone!” exclaimed Aunt Tempy 
in an ecstasy of admiration. 
1 “He stick de hosses’ tails down in de mud,” continued Uncle 
Remus, “en den he tuck’n druv de waggin ’way off in de swamp 
en hide it. Den he tuck’n come back, ole Brer Rabbit did, fer ter 
wait fer Brer Wolf. 
“Atter so long a time, sho’ ’nuff, yer come Brer Wolf des 
a-gallin’-up back. Brer Rabbit he hail ’im. 
“‘Is you worn yo’se’f, Brer Wolf?’ 
“‘Brer Rabbit, don’t talk! Dat de mos’ ’seetful fier w’at I had 
any speunce un. I run, en I run, en I run, en de mo’ w’at I run de 
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