NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Fer de Lord sake less have it den!” exclaimed Aunt Tempy, 
with unction. Whereupon, the small but appreciative audience 
disposed itself comfortably, and Daddy Jack, peering at each one 
in turn, his eyes shining between his half-closed lids as brightly as 
those of some wild animal, began: — 
“One tarn B’er Rabbit is bin traffel ’roun’ fer see ’e neighbor 
folks. ’E bin mahd wit’ B’er Wolf fer so long tarn; ’e mek no 
diffran, ’e come pas’ ’e house ’e no see nuttin’, ’e no yeddy nuttin’. 
’E holler: — 
“‘Hi, B’er Wolf! wey you no fer mek answer wun me ahx you 
howdy? Wey fer you is do dis ’fo’ me werry face? Wut mekky 
you do dis?’ 
“’E wait, ’e lissun; nuttin’ no mek answer. B’er Rabbit, ’e 
holler: — 
“‘Come-a show you’se’f, B’er Wolf! Come-a show you’se’f. Be 
’shame’ fer not show you’se’f wun you’ ’quaintun’ come bisitin’ 
wey you lif!’ 
“Nuttin’ ’t all no mek answer, un B’er Rabbit ’come berry 
mahd, ’E ’come so mahd ’e stomp ’e fut un bump ’e head ’pon 
da fence-side. Bumbye ’e tek heart, ’e y-opun da do’, ’e is look 
inside da house. Fier bu’n in da chimbly, pot set ’pon da fier, ole 
ooman sed by da pot. Fier bu’n, pot, ’e bile, ole ooman, ’e tek ’e 
nap. 
“Da ole ooman, ’e ole Granny Wolf; ’e cripple in ’e leg, ’e bline 
in e y-eye, ’e mos’ deaf in ’e year. ’E deaf, but ’e bin yeddy B’er 
Rabbit mek fuss at da do’, un ’e is cry out: — 
Come-a see you’ ole Granny, me gran’son — come-a see you’ 
Granny! Da fier is bin bu’n, da pot is bin b’ile; come-a fix you’ 
Granny some bittle, 1 me gran’son.’” 
Daddy Jack’s representation of the speech and action of an 
old woman was worth seeing and hearing. The little boy laughed, 
and Uncle Remus smiled good-humoredly; but A un t Tempy 
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