NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Den Brer Rabbit built ’im a fier un cut ’im off a slishe er 
steak un br’ilte it good un done, un den he e’t little uv it. Fus’ 
he’d tas’e un den he’d nibble; den he’d nibble un den he’d tas’e. 
He keep on tel he e’t right smart piece. Den he went’n sot off little 
ways like he waitin’ fer sump’n’. 
“Brer Wolf, he kyarve un he cut, but he keep one eye on Brer 
Rabbit. Brer Rabbit sot up dar same ez Judge on de bench. Brer 
Wolf, he watch his motions. Terreckly Brer Rabbit fling bofe 
han’s up ter he head un fetch a groan. Brer Wolf cut un kyarve un 
watch Brer Rabbit motions. Brer Rabbit sorter sway backerds 
un forrerds un fetch ’n’er groan. Den he sway fum side to side 
un holler ‘O Lordy!’ Brer Wolf, he sorter ’gun ter git skeer’d un 
he ax Brer Rabbit w’at de matter. Brer Rabbit, he roll on de 
groun’ un holler: — 
“‘O Lordy, Lordy! I’m pizen’d, I’m pizen’d! O Lordy! I’m 
pizen’d! Run yer, somebody, run yer! De meat done got pizen 
on it. Oh, do run yer!’ 
“Brer Wolf git so skeer’d dat he put out fum dar, un he wa’n’t 
out er sight skacely ’fo’ Brer Rabbit jump up fum dar un cut de 
pidjin-wing, un’t wa’n’t so mighty long atter dat ’fo’ Brer Rabbit 
done put all er dat beef in his smoke-house.” 
“What became of Brother Wolf?” the little boy inquired. 
“Brer Wolf went atter de doctor,” continued Aunt Tempy, 
making little tucks in her apron, “un w’en he come back Brer 
Rabbit un de beef done gone; un, bless goodness, ef it had n’t er 
bin fer de sign whar Brer Rabbit built de fier, Brer Wolf would er 
bin mightly pester’d fer ter fine der place whar de cow bin kilt.” 
At this juncture, ’Tildy, the house-girl, came in to tell Aunt 
Tempy that one of the little negroes had been taken suddenly sick. 
I bin huntin’ fer you over de whole blessid place,” said 
’Tildy. 
No, you ain t no, you ain’t. You ain’t bin huntin’ nowhar. 
You know’d mighty well whar I wuz.” 
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