AUNT T.EMPY’S STORY 
bashfulness; “eh-eh, honey! I ’fraid you all ’ll set up dar un laugh 
me outer de house. I ain’t dast ter tell no tale ’long side er Brer 
Remus un Daddy Jack yer. I ’fraid I git it all mix up.” 
The child manifested such genuine disappointment that Aunt 
Tempy relented a little. 
“Ef you all laugh, now,” she said, with a threatening air, “I’m 
des gwine ter pick up en git right out er dish yer place. Dey ain’t 
ter be no laughin’, ’kaze de tale w’at I year in Ferginny ain’t no 
laughin’ tale.” 
With this understanding Aunt Tempy adjusted her head- 
handkerchief, looked around rather sheepishly, as Uncle Remus 
declared afterwards in confidence to the little boy, and began: — 
“Well, den, in de times w’en Brer Rabbit un Brer Fox live 
in de same settlement wid one er ’n’er, de season’s tuck’n come 
wrong. De wedder got hot un den a long dry drouth sot in, un it 
seem like dat de nat’al leaf on de trees wuz gwine ter tu’n ter 
powder.” 
Aunt Tempy emphasized her statements by little backward and 
forward movements of her head, and the little boy would have 
laughed, but a warning glance from Uncle Remus prevented 
him. 
“De leaf on de trees look like dey gwine ter tu’n ter powder, 
un de groun’ look like it done bin cookt. All de truck w’at de 
creeturs plant wuz all parched up, un dey wa’n’t no crops made 
nowhars. Dey dunner w’at ter do. Dey run dis a-way, dey run 
dat a-way; yit w’en dey quit runnin’ dey dunner whar dey bread 
cornin’ frun. Dis de way it look ter Brer Fox, un so one day w en 
he got a mighty hankerin’ atter sumpin’ sorter joosy, he meet 
Brer Rabbit in de lane, un he ax um, sezee: — 
“‘Brer Rabbit, whar’bouts our bread cornin’ frun?’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he bow, he did, un answer, sezee: — 
“‘Look like it mought be cornin’ frun nowhar,’ sezee.” 
“You see dat, honey!” exclaimed Uncle Remus, condescending 
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