NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
full er purty money? O you long-year’d rascal! Whar my money? 
Oh, gimme my money!’ 
“Brer Rabbit sot dar en lissen at ’im lak he ’stonish’d. Den he 
up’n ’low: — 
“‘Look out, Mr. Man! folks ’ll come ’long en year you gwine 
on dat a-way, en dey’ll go off en say you done gone ravin’ 
’stracted.’ 
“ Yit Mr. Man keep on holler’n en beggin’ Brer Rabbit fer ter 
gin ’im de money, en bimeby Brer Rabbit, he git sorter skeer’d en 
he up’n ’low: — 
“‘Sun gittin’ low, Mr. Man, en I better be gittin’ ’way fum 
yer. De sooner I goes de better, ’kaze ef you keep on lak you 
gwine, ’t won’t be long ’fo’ you ’ll be excusin’ me er takin’ dat ar 
money. I’m ’blige’ fer de ride, Mr. Man, en I wish you mighty 
well.’ 
“Brer Rabbit got de money,” continued Uncle Remus, gazing 
placidly into the fire, “en hit’s mighty kuse ter me dat he ain’t 
git de waggin en hosses. Dat’t is!” 
LIII 
BRER RABBIT TAKES A WALK 
“Eve’y time I run over in my min’ ’bout the pranks er Brer Rab¬ 
bit,” Uncle Remus continued, without giving the little boy time 
to ask any more embarrassing questions about Mr. Man and his 
wagon full of money, “hit make me laugh mo’ en mo’. He mos’ 
allers come out on top, yit dey wuz times w’en he hatter be 
mighty spry.” 
“When was that. Uncle Remus?” inquired the little boy. 
“I min’ me er one time w’en de t’er creeturs all git de laugh 
on ’im,” responded the old man, “en dey make ’im feel sorter 
’shame’. Hit seem lak dat dey ’uz some kinder bodderment 
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