NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
ole creetur ’kaze he look so bad on de ’count er he red eye en he 
wrinkly hawn. 
“Brer Wolf des holler en laugh, en den he ’low: — 
“‘Lordy, Brer Fox! I dunner w’at kinder man is you, nohow! 
W’y, dat ar ole creetur ain’t never hurted a flea in all he born days 
— dat he ain’t,’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox, he look at Brer Wolf right hard, he did, en den he 
up’n ’low: — 
“‘Heyo, Brer Wolf! manys de time dat you bin hongry ’roun’ 
in deze diggin’s en I ain’t year talk er you makin’ a meal off’n Mr. 
Benjermun Ram,’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox talk so close ter de fatal trufe, dat Brer Wolf got 
tooken wid de dry grins, yit he up’n ’spon’, sezee: — 
“‘I des lak ter know who in de name er goodness wanter eat 
tough creetur lak dat ole Mr. Benjermun Ram — dat w’at I lak 
ter know,’ sezee. 
“Brer Fox, he holler en laugh, he did, en den he up’n say: — 
“‘Ah-yi, Brer Wolf! You ax me w’at I goes hongry fer, w’en 
ole Mr. Benjermun Ram up dar in he house, yit you done bin 
hongry manys en manys de time, en still ole Mr. Benjermun Ram 
up dar in he house. Now, den, how you gwine do in a case lak 
dat?’ sez Brer Fox, sezee. 
“Brer Wolf, he strak de een’ er he cane down ’pun de groun’, 
en he say, sezee: — 
“‘I done say all I got ter say, en w’at I say, dat I’ll stick ter. 
Dat ole creetur lots too tough.’ 
“Hongry ez he is, Brer Fox laugh way down in he stomach. 
Atter w’ile he ’low: — 
“‘Well, den, Brer Wolf, stidder ’sputin’ ’longer you, I’m gwine 
do w’at you say; I’m gwine ter go up dar en git a bait er ole 
Mr. Benjermun Ram, en I wish you be so good ez ter go ’long wid 
me fer comp’ny,’ sezee. 
“Brer Wolf jaw sorter fall w’en he year dis, en he ’low: — 
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