NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
en atter dey done skunt ’er Brer Rabbit, he up’n ’low, he did, dat 
ef Brer Fox wanter git de good er de game, he better run home en 
fetch a tray er sump’n’ fer put de jiblets in.” 
“Jiblets, Uncle Remus?” 
“Tooby sho’, honey. Dats w’at we-all calls de liver, de lights, de 
heart, en de melt. Some calls um jiblets en some calls um hasletts, 
but ef you’ll lemme take um en kyar um home, you kin des up en 
call um mos’ by any name w’at creep inter yo’ min’. You do de 
namin’,” the old man went on, smacking his lips suggestively, 
“en I’ll do de eatin’, en ef I’m de loser, I boun’ you won’t year 
no complaints fum me. 
“But, law bless me! w’at is I’m a-doin’? De time’s a-passin’, 
en I’m ain’t skacely got start on de tale. Dey kilt de cow, dey 
did, en Brer Rabbit tell Brer Fox ’bout de jiblets, en w’iles Brer 
Fox gwine on home atter de bucket fer ter put um in, he say ter 
hisse’f dat Brer Rabbit ain’t bad ez he crackt up ter be. But no 
sooner is Brer Fox outer sight dan Brer Rabbit cut out de jiblets, 
he did, en kyar’d um off en hide um. Den he come back en tuck a 
piece er de meat en drap blood ’way off de udder way. 
“Bimeby yer come Brer Fox wid he bucket, en w’en he git dar 
Brer Rabbit wuz settin’ down cryin’. Mon, he ’uz des a-boohoo- 
in’. Brer Fox, he ’low: — 
“‘Name er goodness, Brer Rabbit! w’at de marter?’ 
‘“’Nuff de marter — ’nuff de marter. I wish you’d ’a’ stayed 
yer w’iles you wuz yer — dat I does, Brer Fox!’ 
“ ‘How come, Brer Rabbit, — how come?’ 
“‘Man come, Brer Fox, en stole all yo’ nice jiblets. I bin 
a-runnin’ atter ’im, Brer Fox, but he outrun me.’ 
“‘W’ich a-way he go, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘Yer de way he went, Brer Fox; yer whar he drap de blood. 
Ef you be right peart, Brer Fox, you’ll ketch ’im.’ 
“Brer Fox he drapt de bucket, he did, en put out atter de man 
w’at tuck de jiblets, en he wa’n’t out’n sight good, ’fo’ ole Brer 
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