BRER RABBIT AND THE POISON 
now. Des less gin ’im one night rest, mo’ speshually w’en I year 
de seven stares say yo’ bed-time done come. Des take yo’ foot in 
yo’ han’ en put right out ’fo’ Miss Sally come a-callin’ you, ’kaze 
den she ’ll say I’m a-settin’ yer a-noddin’ en not takin’ keer un 
you.” 
The child laughed and ran up the path to the big-house, stop¬ 
ping a moment on the way to mimic a bull-frog that was bellow¬ 
ing at a tremendous rate near the spring. 
L 
BRER RABBIT PRETENDS TO BE POISONED 
Not many nights after the story of how Mr. Benjamin Ram 
frightened Brother Wolf and Brother Fox, the little boy found 
himself in Uncle Remus’s cabin. It had occurred to him that Mr. 
Ram should have played on his fiddle somewhere in the tale, and 
Uncle Remus was called on to explain. He looked at the little boy 
with an air of grieved astonishment, and exclaimed: — 
“ Well, I be bless if I ever year der beat er dat. Yer you bin 
a-persooin’ on atter deze yer creeturs en makin’ der ’quaintunce, 
en yit look lak ef you ’uz ter meet um right up dar in der paff 
you’d fergit all ’bout who dey is.” 
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t, Uncle Remus!” protested the child, 
glancing at the door and getting a little closer to the old man. 
“Yasser! you’d des nat’ally whirl in en fergit ’bout who dey is. 
’T ain’t so mighty long sence I done tole you ’bout ole Mr. Ben- 
jermun Ram playin’ he fiddle at Brer Wolf house, en yer you 
come en ax me how come he don’t take en play it at ’im ’g’in. 
W’at kinder lookin’ sight ’ud dat ole creetur a-bin ef he’d jump 
up en grab he fiddle en go ter playin’ on it eve’y time he year a 
fuss down de big road?” 
The little boy said nothing, but he thought the story would 
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