NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“ ‘Eh-eh, Brer Fox! I fear’d you’ll run en lef’ me dar fer ter do 
all de fightin’.’ 
“Brer Fox, he ’low dat he’ll fix dat, en he tuck’n got ’im a 
plough-line, en tied one een’ ter Brer Wolf en t’er een’ ter he own 
se’f. Wid dat dey put out fer Mr. Benjermun Ram house. Brer 
Wolf, he sorter hang back, but he ’shame’ fer ter say he skeer’d, 
en dey went on en went on plum twel dey git right spang up ter 
Mr. Benjermun Ram house. 
“ W’en dey git dar, de ole creetur wuz settin’ out in de front 
po’ch sorter sunnin’ hisse’f. He see um cornin’, en w’en dey git up 
in hailin’ distance, he sorter cle’r up he th’oat, he did, en holler 
out: — 
“‘I much ’blije to you. Brer Fox, fer ketchin’ dat owdashus 
vilyun en fetchin’ ’im back. My smoke-’ouse runnin’ short, en 
I’ll des chop ’im up en pickle ’im. Fetch ’im in, Brer Fox! fetch 
’im in!’ 
“Des ’bout dat time ole Miss Ram see dem creeturs a-comin’, 
en gentermens! you mought er yeard er blate plum ter town. 
Mr. Benjermun Ram, he sorter skeer’d hisse’f, but he keep on 
talkin’: — 
“‘Fetch ’im in, Brer Fox! fetch ’im in! Don’t you year my ole 
’oman cryin’ fer ’im? She ain’t had no wolf meat now in gwine 
on mighty nigh a mont’. Fetch ’im in, Brer Fox! fetch ’im in!’ 
“Fus’ Brer Wolf try ter on tie hisse’f, den he tuck’n broke en 
run’d, en he drag ole Brer Fox atter ’im des lak he ain’t weigh 
mo’n a poun’, en I let you know hit ’uz many a long day ’fo’ Brer 
Fox git well er de thumpin’ he got.” 
“Uncle Remus,” said the little boy after a while, “I thought 
wolves always caught sheep when they had the chance.” 
“Dey ketches lam’s, honey, but bless yo’ soul! dey ain’t ketch 
deze yer ole-time Rams wid red eye en wrinkly hawn.” 
“Where was Brother Rabbit all this time?” 
“Now, den, honey, don’t less pester wid ole Brer Rabbit right 
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