NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Brer Wolf, he got in, he did, en Brer Rabbit stuff de hole full 
er dry leaves en trash, en den he got ’im a chunk er fier en totch 
’er off. She smoked en smoked, en den she bust out in a blaze. 
Brer Rabbit, he pile up rocks, en brush, en sticks, so Brer Wolf 
can’t git out. Terreckly Brer Wolf holler: — 
“‘Gittin’ mighty hot, Brer Rabbit! I ain’t see no honey yit/ 
“Brer Rabbit he pile on mo’ trash, en holler back: — 
“‘Don’t be in no hurry, Brer Wolf; you’ll see it en tas’e it 
too.’ 
“Fier burn en burn, wood pop like pistol. Brer Wolf, he holler: 
“‘Gittin’ hotter en hotter, Brer Rabbit. No honey come yit.’ 
“‘Hoi’ still, Brer Wolf, hit’ll come.’ 
“‘Gimme a’r, Brer Rabbit; I’m a-chokin’.’ 
“‘Fresh a’r make honey sour. Des hoi’ still, Brer Wolf!’ 
“‘ Ow! she gittin’ hotter en hotter, Brer Rabbit!’ 
“‘Des hoi’ right still, Brer Wolf; mos’ time fer de honey!’ 
“‘Ow! ow! I’m a-burnin’, Brer Rabbit!’ 
“‘Wait fer de honey, Brer Wolf.’ 
“‘I can’t stan’ it, Brer Rabbit.’ 
“‘Stan’ it like I did, Brer Wolf.’ 
“Brer Rabbit he pile on de trash en de leaves. He say: — 
‘“I’ll gin you honey, Brer Wolf; de same kinder honey you 
wanted ter gimme.’ 
“En it seem like ter me,” said Aunt Tempy, pleased at the 
interest the little boy had shown, “dat it done Brer Wolf des 
right.” 
LII 
BRER RABBIT OUTDOES MR. MAN 
The little boy had heard Uncle Remus lamenting that his candle 
was getting rather short, and he made it his business to go around 
the house and gather all the pieces he could find. He carried these 
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