BRER RABBIT GETS THE PROVISIONS 
furder de fier git. De nigher you come ter dat fier de furder hit’s 
off.’ 
‘'Brer Rabbit, he sorter scratch hisse’f behime de shoulder- 
blade, en ’low: — 
“‘Nummine ’bout de fier, Brer Wolf. I got sump’n’ yer dat’ll 
worn you up. Ef you ain’t nev’ bin worn befo’, I lay you’ll get 
worn dis time.’ 
“Dis make Brer Wolf sorter look ’roun’, en w’en he see Brer 
Rabbit hol’in’ on ter de two hoss-tails, he up’n squall out, he 
did: — 
“‘Lawdy mussy. Brer Rabbit! Whar my vittles? Whar my 
waggin? Whar my hosses?’ 
“ ‘Dey er all right yer. Brer Wolf; dey er all right yer. I stayed 
dar whar you lef’ me twel de hosses gun ter git restless. Den I 
cluck at um, en, bless gracious, dey start off en lan’ in a quicksan’. 
W’en dey gun ter mire, I des tuck’n tu’n eve’ything a-loose en 
grab de hosses by de tail, en I bin stan’in’ yer wishin’ fer you, Brer 
Wolf, twel I done gone gray in de min’. I ’low ter myse’f dat I’d 
hang on ter deze yer hoss-tails ef it killt eve’y cow in de islan’. 
Come he’p me, Brer Wolf, en I lay we’ll des nat’ally pull de 
groun’ out but w’at we’ll git deze creeturs out.’ 
“Wid dat, Brer Wolf, he kotch holt er one hoss-tail, en Brer 
Rabbit, he kotch holt er de yuther, en w’en dey pull, co’se de tails 
come out’n de mud. Dey stood dar, dey did, en dey look at de 
tails en den dey look at one n’er. Bimeby Brer Rabbit ’low: — 
“‘Well, sir. Brer Wolf; we pull so hard twel we pull de tails 
plum out!’ 
“Ole Brer Wolf, he dunner w’at ter do, but it ’gun ter git dark, 
en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he tell Brer Rabbit good-by, en off he put fer 
home. Dat ar Brer Rabbit,” Uncle Remus went on, “he des 
tuck’n wait twel Brer Wolf git out’n yearin’, en den he went into 
de swamp en druv de hosses home en git all de vittles, en he ain’t 
hatter sell he ole mammy n’er. Dat he ain’t.” 
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