NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
time has bin dat ef ole Brer Rabbit had er run’d up wid Brer Jack 
w’iles he cornin’ fum yo’ Unk Jeems place, he’d outdone ’im des 
ez sho’ ez de worl’ stan’s. Deze days de Rabbits has ter keep out 
de way er folks, but in dem days folks had ter keep out der way 
er ole Brer Rabbit. Ain’t I never tell you ’bout how Brer Rabbit 
whirl in en outdo Mr. Man?” 
“About the meat tied to the string, Uncle Remus?” 
“ Shoo! Dat ain’t a drap in de bucket, honey. Dish yer wuz de 
time w’en ole Brer Rabbit wuz gwine ’long de big road, en he 
meet Mr. Man drivin’ ’long wid a waggin chock full er money.” 
“Where did he get so much money, Uncle Remus?” 
“Bruisin’ ’round en peddlin’ ’bout. Mr. Man got w’at lots 
er folks ain’t got, — good luck, long head, quick eye, en slick 
fingers. But no marter ’bout dat, he got de money; en w’en you 
sorter grow up so you kin knock ’roun’, ’t won’t be long ’fo’ some 
un ’ll take en take you off ’roun’ de cornder en tell you dat’t ain’t 
make no diffunce whar de money come fum so de man got it. 
Dey won’t tell you dat in de meeting-house, but dey’ll come 
mighty nigh it. 
“But dat ain’t needer yer ner dar. Mr. Man, he come 
a-drivin’ ’long de big road, en he got a waggin full er money. 
Brer Rabbit, he come a-lippity-clippitin’ ’long de big road, en he 
ain’t got no waggin full er money. Ole Brer Rabbit, he up’n tuck 
a notion dat dey’s sump’n’ wrong some’rs, ’kaze ef dey wa’n’t, 
he ’ud have des ez much waggin en money ez Mr. Man. He study, 
en study, en he can’t make out how dat is. Bimeby he up’n holler 
out: — 
“‘Mr. Man, please, sir, lemme ride.’ 
“Mr. Man, he tuck’n stop he waggin, en ’low: — 
“‘Heyo, Brer Rabbit! how come dis? You cornin’ one way en 
I gwine nudder; how come you wan ter ride?’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he up’n scratch hisse’f on de back er de neck wid 
he behime foot, en holler out: — 
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