BRER WOLF GETS IN A WARM PLACE 
'to 9 de sun go down. He laugh ’way down und’ de roof er he house, 
ole Brer Tarrypin did, en den he hail Brer Rabbit: — 
“‘Heyo, Brer Rabbit! W’at you doin’ ’way up in de elements 
lak dat?’ 
“‘I’m a-sojourneyin’ up yer fer ter res’ myse’f, Brer Tarrypin. 
Drap up en see me.’ 
‘“’Twix’ you en me, Brer Rabbit, de drappin’ ’s all one way. 
S’posin’ you tu’n loose en come. Man live dat high up bleedz ter 
have wings. I ain’t no high-flyer myse’f. I fear’d ter shake han’s 
wid you so fur off. Brer Rabbit.’ 
“‘Not so. Brer Tarrypin, not so. My sta’rcase is a mighty 
limbersome one, en I’ll des let it down ter you.’ 
“Wid dat. Brer Rabbit let down de plough-line. 
“ ‘Des ketch holt er dat, Brer Tarrypin,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 
‘en up you comes, linktum sinktum binktum boo ! 9 sezee.” f 
“What was that. Uncle Remus?” said the little boy, taking a 
serious view of the statement. 
“ Creetur talk, honey — des creetur talk. Bless yo’ soul, chile! ” 
the old man went on, with a laughable assumption of dignity, “ef 
you think I got time fer ter stop right short off en stribbit 1 out 
all I knows, you er mighty much mistaken — mighty much mis¬ 
taken. 
“Ole Brer Tarrypin know mighty well dat Brer Rabbit ain’t 
got nothin’ ’gin’ ’im, yet he got sech a habit er lookin’ out fer 
hisse’f dat he tuck’n ketch de plough-line in he mouf, he did, en 
try de strenk un it. Ole Brer Rabbit, he holler ‘Swing on, Brer 
Tarrypin!’ en Brer Tarrypin, he tuck’n swung on, en’t wa’n’t 
long ’fo’ he ’uz settin’ up dar side er Brer Rabbit. 
“But I wish ter goodness you’d ’a’ bin dar,” continued Uncle 
Remus, very gracefully leaving it to be inferred that he was there; 
“I wish ter goodness you’d ’a’ bin dar so you could er seed ole 
Brer Tarrypin w’iles Brer Rabbit ’uz haulin’ ’im up, wid he tail 
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