NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
Brer Wolf, he sot up dar, he did, en sorter nod, but bimeby he 
year some un talkin’ outside de spring-house. He h’ist up he 
years en lissen. Look lak some er de creeturs wuz gwine by, 
en talkin’ ’mungs’ deysef’; but all Brer Wolf kin year is dish 
yer: — 
“‘I wonder who put dat ar young sheep down dar by de chin¬ 
kapin tree, en I like ter know wharbouts Brer Wolf is.’ 
“Den it seem lak dey pass on, en ole Brer Wolf, he fergotted 
w’at he in dar fer, en he dash down ter de chinkapin tree, fer ter 
git de young sheep. But no sheep dar, en w’en he git back, he see 
signs whar Wattle Weasel done bin in dar en nibble de butter. 
“Den de creeturs tuck’n mark Brer Wolf down, en ’p’int Brer 
B’ar fer ter keep he eye ’pun de noggin er butter. Brer B’ar he 
tuck’n sot up dar, he did, en lick he paw, en feel good. Bimeby 
Wattle Weasel come dancin’ in. He ’low : — 
“‘Heyo, Brer B’ar, how you come on? I ’low’d I yeard you 
snortin’ in yer, en I des drapt in fer ter see.’ 
“Brer B’ar tell him howdy, but he sorter keep one eye on ’im. 
Little Wattle Weasel ’low: — 
“‘En you got ticks on yo’ back, Brer B’ar?’ 
“ Wid dat W T attle Weasel ’gun ter rub Brer B’ar on de back en 
scratch ’im on de sides, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he ’uz stretch out 
fast asleep en sno’in’ lak a saw-mill. Co’se Wattle Weasel git de 
butter. Brer B’ar he got marked down, and den de creeturs ain’t 
know w’at dey gwine do skacely. 
“Some say sen’ fer Brer Rabbit, some say sen’ fer Brer Tarry- 
pin; but las’ dey sent fer Brer Rabbit. Brer Rabbit, he tuck a 
notion dat dey ’uz fixin’ up some kinder trick on ’im, en dey 
hatter beg mightily, mon, ’fo’ he ’ud come en set up ’longside er 
dey butter. 
“But bimeby he ’greed, en he went down ter de spring-house 
en look ’roun’. Den he tuck’n got ’im a twine string, en hide 
hisse’f whar he kin keep he eye on de noggin er butter. He ain’t 
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