NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
W’at make it mo’ bindiny sezee, ‘I done gone en bin ’quainted 
wid de man w’at make dat track, too long ’go ter talk ’bout,’ sezee. 
“‘Brer Rabbit, please, sir, tell me he name.’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he laugh lak he makin’ light er sump’n’ ’n’er. 
“‘Ef I ain’t make no mistakes, Brer Fox, de po’ creetur w’at 
make dat track is Cousin Wildcat; no mo’ en no less.’ 
“‘How big is he, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘He des ’bout yo’ heft, Brer Fox.’ Den Brer Rabbit make lak 
he talkin’ wid hisse’f. ‘Tut, tut, tut! Hit mighty funny dat I 
should run up on Cousin Wildcat in dis part er de worl’. Tooby 
sho’, tooby sho’! Many en manys de time I see my ole Grandaddy 
kick en cuff Cousin Wildcat, twel I git sorry ’bout ’im. Ef you 
want any fun, Brer Fox, right now de time ter git it.’ 
“Brer Fox up’n ax, he did, how he gwine have any fun. Brer 
Rabbit, he ’low: — 
“‘Easy ’nuff; des go en tackle ole Cousin Wildcat, en lam ’im 
’roun’.’ 
“Brer Fox, he sorter scratch he year, en ’low: — 
“‘Eh-eh, Brer Rabbit, I fear’d. He track too much lak Mr. 
Dog.’ 
“Brer Rabbit des set right flat down in de road, en holler en 
laugh. He ’low, sezee: — 
“‘Shoo, Brer Fox! Who’d ’a’ thunk you ’uz so skeery? Des 
come look at dish yer track right close. Is dey any sign er claw 
anywhar’s?’ 
“Brer Fox bleedz ter ’gree dat dey wa’n’t no sign er no claw. 
Brer Rabbit say: — 
“ ‘ Well, den, ef he ain’t got no claw, how he gwine ter hu’t you, 
Brer Fox?’ 
“‘W’at gone wid he toofs, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘Shoo, Brer Fox! Creeturs w’at barks 1 de trees ain’t gwine 
bite.’ 
1 Gnaws the bark from the trees. 
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