BRER WOLF GETS IN A WARM PLACE 
Rabbit, he make lak he ’stonish’ dat Brer Fox is hurted. He 
tuck’ii ’zamin’ de place, he did, en he up’n ’low: — 
“‘Hit look lak ter me, Brer Fox, dat dat owdashus vilyun 
tuck’n struck you wid a reapin’-hook.’ 
“Wid dat Brer Rabbit lit out fer home, en w’en he git out er 
sight, he tuck’n shuck he han’s des lak cat does w’en she git water 
on ’er foots, en he tuck’n laugh en laugh twel it make ’im sick fer 
ter laugh.” 
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BRER WOLF GETS IN A WARM PLACE 
The little boy thought that the story of how the wildcat scratched 
Brother Fox was one of the best stories he had ever heard, and he 
did n’t hesitate to say so. His hearty endorsement increased Uncle 
Remus’s good-humor; and the old man, with a broad grin upon 
his features and something of enthusiasm in his tone, continued to 
narrate the adventures of Brother Rabbit. 
“After Brer Fox git hurted so bad,” said Uncle Remus, putting 
an edge upon his axe with a whetstone held in his hand, “hit wuz 
a mighty long time ’fo’ he could ramble ’roun’ en worry ole Brer 
Rabbit. Der time Cousin Wildcat fetch’d ’im dat wipe ’cross de 
stomach, he tuck’n lay de blame on Brer Rabbit, en w’en he git 
well, he des tuck’n juggle wid de yuther creeturs, en dey all ’gree 
dat dem en Brer Rabbit can’t drink out er de same branch, ner 
walk de same road, ner live in de same settlement, ner go in washin’ 
in de same wash-hole. 
“Tooby sho’ Brer Rabbit bleedz ter take notice er all dish yer 
kinder jugglements en gwines on, en he des tuck n strenken he 
house, in de neighborhoods er de winders, en den he put ’im up 
a steeple on top er dat. Yasser! A sho’ ’nuff steeple, en he rise ’er 
up so high dat folks gwine ’long de big road stop en say. Hey! 
W’at kinder meetin’-house dat?’” 
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