NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“‘Dar now, Brer Fox! I des know’d dat ef I put my po’ lit¬ 
tle childuns in dar wid yo’ folks dey’d git e’t up. I des know’d 
it!’ 
“Ole Miss Fox, she des vow she ain’t totch Brer Rabbit fam- 
merly. But Brer Fox, he bin wantin’ a piece un um all de way, un 
he begrudge um so dat he git mighty mad wid he ole ’oman un de 
childuns, un he say, sezee: — 
“‘You kin des make de most er dat, ’kaze I’m a-gwine ter bid 
you good riddance dis ve’y day’; un, sho’ nuff, Brer Fox tuck’n 
tuck he whole fammerly ter town un trade um off fer co’n. 
“ Brer Rabbit wuz wid ’em, des ez big ez life un twice ez natchul. 
Dey start back, dey did, un w’en dey git four er five mile out er 
town, hit come ’cross Brer Fox min’ dat he done come away un 
lef’ a plug er terbacker in de sto’, en he say he bleeze ter go back 
atter it. 
“Brer Rabbit, he say, sezee, dat he’ll stay en take keer er de 
waggin, w’ile Brer Fox kin run back un git he terbacker. Soon 
ez Brer Fox git out er sight, Brer Rabbit laid de hosses under line 
un lash un drove de waggin home, un put de hosses in he own 
stable, un de co’n in de smoke-house, un de waggin in de barn, un 
den he put some co’n in he pocket, un cut de hosses tails off, un 
went back up de road twel he come ter a quog-mire, un in dat he 
stick de tails un wait fer Brer Fox. 
“Atter w’ile yer he come, un den Brer Rabbit gun ter holler un 
pull at de tails. He say, sezee: — 
“ ‘Run yer, Brer Fox! run yer! Youer des in time ef you ain’t 
too late. Run yer. Brer Fox! run yer!’ 
“Brer Fox, he run’d en juk Brer Rabbit away, un say, sezee: — 
“‘Git out de way, Brer Rabbit! You too little! Git out de way, 
un let a man ketch holt.’ 
“Brer Fox tuck holt,” continued Aunt Tempy, endeavoring to 
keep from laughing, “ un he fetch’d one big pull, un I let you know 
dat ’uz de onliest pull he make, ’kaze de tails come out un he tu’n 
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