BRER RABBIT AND MR. WILDCAT 
b’leeve me, skacely,’ but dat owdashus creetur ain’t no sooner git 
out er dat ar tree dan he go en git hisse’f mix up wid some mo’ 
trouble, w’ich he git mighty nigh skeer’d out’n he skin. 
“W’en Brer Rabbit git out’n de holler tree, he tuck’n fling 
some sass back at ole Brer Buzzard, he did, en den he put out 
down de big road, stidder gwine ’long back home en see ’bout he 
fambly. He ’uz gwine ’long — lickety-clickety, clickety-lickety — 
w’en fus’ news you know he feel sump’n’ ’n’er drap down ’pun 
’im, en dar he wuz. Bless yo’ soul, w’en Brer Rabbit kin git he 
’membunce terge’er, he feel ole Mr. Wildcat a-huggin’ ’im fum 
behime, en w’ispun in he year.” 
“What did he whisper, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy. 
* “Dis, dat, en de udder, one thing en a nudder.” 
“But what did he say?” 
“De way un it wuz dis,” said Uncle Remus, ignoring the child’s 
question, “Brer Rabbit, he ’uz gallin’-up down de road, en ole 
Mr. Wildcat, he ’uz layin’ stretch’ out takin’ a nap on a tree-lim’ 
hangin’ ’crosst de road. He year Brer Rabbit come a-lickity- 
clickitin’ down de road, en he des sorter fix hisse’f, en w’en Brer 
Rabbit come a-dancin’ und’ de lim’, all Mr. Wildcat got ter do is 
ter drap right down on ’im, en dar he wuz. Mr. Wildcat hug ’im 
right up at ’im, en laugh en w’isper in he year.” 
“ Well, Uncle Remus, what did he say ? ” persisted the little boy. 
The old man made a sweeping gesture with his left hand that 
might mean everything or nothing, and proceeded to tell the story 
in his own way. 
“Ole Mr. Wildcat hug Brer Rabbit up close en w’isper in he 
year. Brer Rabbit, he kick, he squall. Bimeby he ketch he breff 
en ’low: — 
“‘Ow! O Lordy-lordy! W’at I done gone en done now?’ 
“Mr. Wildcat, he rub he wet nose on Brer Rabbit year, en 
make cole chill run up he back. Bimeby he say: — 
“‘O Brer Rabbit, I des nat’ally loves you! You bin a-foolin’ 
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