NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
a big ’spute. One ’low he dead, ’n’er one ’low he ain’t, ’n’er one 
’low he stiff, udder one ’low he ain’t, en t’udder ’low he is. So dar 
dey had it. Dey stretch out dey neck en step high wid dey foot, 
yit dey ain’t git too close ter Mr. Wildcat. 
“He lay dar, he did, en he ain’t move. Win’ ruffle up he ha’r, 
yit he ain’t move; sun shine down ’pun ’im, yit he ain’t move. De 
turkeys dey gobble en dey yelp, but dey ain’t go no nigher; dey 
holler en dey ’spute, but dey ain’t go no nigher; dey stretch dey 
neck en dey lif’ dey foot high, yit dey ain’t go no nigher. 
“Hit keep on dis a-way, twel bimeby Mr. Wildcat git tired er 
waitin’, en he jump up, he did, en make a dash at de nighest 
turkey; but dat turkey done fix, on w’en Mr. Wildcat come at 
’im, he des riz in de a’r, en Mr. Wildcat run und’ ’im. Den he 
tuck’n run at ’n’er one, en dat un fly up; en dey keep on dat a-way 
twel ’twa’n’t long ’fo’ Mr. Wildcat wuz so stiff in de j’ints en so 
short in de win’ dat he des hatter lay down on de groun’ en res’, 
en w’en he do dis, ole Brer Gibley Gobler en all er he folks went 
on ’bout dey own business; but sence dat day deyer constant 
a-’sputin’ ’long wid deyse’f en eve’ybody w’at come by. Ef you 
don’t b’leeve me,” with an air of disposing of the whole matter 
judicially, “you kin des holler at de fus’ Gobbler w’at you meets, 
en ef he ’fuse ter holler back atter you, you kin des use my head 
fer a hole in de wall; en w’at mo’ kin you ax dan dat?” 
“What became of Brother Rabbit, Uncle Remus?” 
“Well, sir, Brer Rabbit tuck’n lef’ dem low-groun’s. W’iles de 
’sputin’ wuz gwine on, he tuck’n bowed his good-byes, en den he 
des put out fum dar. Nex’ day ole Brer Gibley Gobbler tuck’n 
sent ’im a turkey wing fer ter make a fan out’n, en Brer Rabbit, 
he tuck’n sent it ter Miss Meadows en de gals. En I let you know,” 
continued the old man, chuckling heartily to himself, “dey make 
great ’miration ’bout it.” 
