NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
good, ’kaze de mo’ w’at he kick de mo’ tighter Brer Wolf clamp 
’im, w’ich he squoze ’im so hard dat Brer Rabbit wuz fear’d he 
’uz gwine ter cut off he breff. Brer Rabbit, he ’low: — 
“‘Well, den, Brer W'olf! Is dish yer de way you thanks folks fer 
savin’ yo’ life?’ 
“Brer Wolf grin big, en den he up’n ’low: — 
“‘I’ll thank you, Brer Rabbit, en den I’ll make fresh meat 
out’n you.’ 
“Brer Rabbit ’low, he did: — 
“‘Ef you talk dat a-way, Brer Wolf, I never is to do yer ’n’er 
good turn w’iles I live.’ 
“Brer Wolf, he grin some mo’ en ’low: — 
“ ‘Dat you won’t, Brer Rabbit, dat you won’t! You won’t do me 
no mo’ good turn tel you er done dead.’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he sorter study ter hisse’f, he did, en den he ’low: 
“‘Whar I come fum, Brer Wolf, hit’s agin’ de law fer folks fer 
to kill dem w’at done done um a good turn, en I ’speck hit’s de 
law right ’roun’ yer.’ 
“Brer Wolf say he ain’t so mighty sho’ ’bout dat. Brer Rabbit 
say he willin’ fer ter lef’ de whole case wid Brer Tarrypin, en Brer 
Wolf say he ’gree’ble. 
“Wid dat, dey put out, dey did, en make der way ter whar ole 
Brer Tarrypin stay; en w’en dey git dar, Brer Wolf he tuck’n tell 
he side, en den Brer Rabbit he tuck ’n tell he side. Ole Brer Tarry¬ 
pin put on he specks en cle’r up he th’oat, en den he ’low: — 
“‘Dey’s a mighty heap er mixness in dish yer ’spute, en ’fo’ 
I kin take any sides you ’ll des hatter kyar me fer ter see de place 
whar’bouts Brer Wolf wuz w’en Brer Rabbit foun’ ’im,’ sezee. 
“Sho’ ’nuff, dey tuck’n kyar’d ole Brer Tarrypin down de big 
road twel dey come ter de big gully, en den dey tuck ’im ter whar 
Brer Wolf got kotch und’ de big rock. Ole Brer Tarrypin, he walk 
’roun’, he did, en poke at de place wid de een’ er he cane. Bimeby 
he shuck he head, he did, en ’low: — 
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