BRER RABBIT AND MR. WILDCAT 
Brer Rabbit a-yelpin’ out in de bushes des lak a sho’ ’nuff tukky- 
hen.” 
The little boy was always anxious for a practical demonstra¬ 
tion, and he asked Uncle Remus how Brother Rabbit could yelp 
like a turkey-hen. For reply, Uncle Remus searched upon his 
rude mantel-piece until he found a reed, which he intended to use 
as a pipe-stem. One end of this he placed in his mouth, enclosing 
the other in his hands. By sucking the air through the reed with 
his mouth, and regulating the tone and volume by opening or 
closing his hands, the old man was able to produce a marvellous 
imitation of the call of the turkey-hen, much to the delight and 
astonishment of the little boy. 
“Ah, Lord!” exclaimed Uncle Remus, after he had repeated 
the call until the child was satisfied, “manys en manys de time is 
I gone out in de woods wid old marster ’fo’ de crack er day en call 
de wile turkeys right spang up ter whar we could er kilt um wid 
a stick. W’en we fus’ move yer fum Ferginny, dey use ter come 
right up ter whar de barn sets, en mo’n dat I done seed ole marster 
kill um right out dar by de front gate. But folks fum town been 
cornin’ ’roun’ yer wid der p’inter dogs twel hit done got so dat ef 
you wanter see turkey track you gotter go down dar ter de 
Oconee, en dat’s two mile off.” 
“Did the Wildcat catch the turkeys?” the little boy inquired, 
when it seemed that Uncle Remus was about to give his entire 
attention to his own reminiscences. < 
“De gracious en de goodness!” exclaimed the old man. “Yer 
I is runnin’ on en dar lays Mr. Wildcat waitin’ fer Brer Rabbit 
fer ter help dem turkeys up. En’t ain’t take ’im long nudder, 
’kaze, bless yo’ soul, ole Brer Rabbit wuz a yelper, mon. 
“Sho’ ’nuff, atter w’ile yer dey come, ole Brer Gibley Gobbler 
wukkin’ in de lead. Brer Rabbit, he run’d en meet um en gun 
um de wink ’bout ole Mr. Wildcat, en by de time dey git up ter 
whar he layin’, Brer Gibley Gobbler en all his folks wuz jined in 
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