HOW WATTLE WEASEL WAS CAUGHT 
have, and it was no doubt successful, for the youngster said no 
more, but watched Uncle Remus as the latter leisurely proceeded 
to fill his pipe. 
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HOW WATTLE WEASEL WAS CAUGHT 
Uncle Remus chipped the tobacco from the end of a plug, rubbed 
it between the palms of his hands, placed it in his pipe, dipped the 
pipe in the glowing embers, and leaned back in his chair, and 
seemed to be completely happy. 
“Hit mought not er bin endurin’ er de dog days,” said the old 
man, recurring to Daddy Jack’s story, “’kaze dey wuz times dat 
w’en dey push ole Brer Rabbit so close he ’uz des bleedz ter git 
he revengeance out’n um. Dat mought er bin de marter ’twix’ 
him en ole Grinny-Granny Wolf, ’kaze w’en ole Brer Rabbit git 
he dander up, he ’uz a monst’us bad man fer ter fool wid. 
“Dey tuck atter ’im,” continued Uncle Remus, “en dey ’buzed 
’im, en dey tried ter ’stroy ’im, but dey wuz times w’en de t’er 
creeturs bleedz ter call on ’im fer ter he p em out dey trouble. I 
ain’t nev’ tell you ’bout little Wattle Weasel, is I?” asked the 
old man, suddenly turning to the little boy. 
The child laughed. The dogs on the plantation had killed a 
weasel a few nights before, — a very cunning-looking little ani¬ 
mal, — and some of the negroes had sent it to the big house as a 
curiosity. He connected this fact with Uncle Remus’s allusions 
to the weasel. Before he could make any reply, however, the 
old man went on: — _ 
“No, I boun’ I ain’t, en it come ’cross me right fresh en hot 
time I year talk er Brer Wolf eatin’ he granny. Dey wuz one 
time w’en all de creeturs wuz livin’ in de same settlement en 
usin’ out’n de same spring, en it got so dat dey put all dey butter 
in de same piggin’. Dey put it in dar, dey did, en dey put it in de 
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