NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
LVI 
BRER RABBIT TIES MR. LION 
There was some comment and some questions were asked by 
the little boy in regard to Wattle Weasel and the other animals; 
to all of which Uncle Remus made characteristic response. Aunt 
Tempy sat with one elbow on her knee, her head resting in the 
palm of her fat hand. She gazed intently into the fire, and 
seemed to be lost in thought. Presently she exclaimed: — 
“Well, de Lord he’p my soul!” 
“Dat’s de promise, Sis Tempy,” said Uncle Remus, sol¬ 
emnly. 
Aunt Tempy laughed, as she straightened herself in her chair, 
and said: — 
“I des knowed dey wuz sump’n’ ’n’er gwine ’cross my min’ 
w’en I year talk ’bout dat ar sheep by de chinkapin tree.” 
“Out wid it, Sis Tempy,” said Uncle Remus, by way of en¬ 
couragement; “out wid it; free yo’ min’, en des make yo’se’f 
welcome.” 
“No longer’n Sunday ’fo’ las’, I ’uz ’cross dar at de Spivey 
place en I tuck’n year’d a nigger man tellin’ de same tale, en I 
’low ter myse’f dat I’d take’n take it en kyar’ it home en gin it 
out w’en I come ter pass de time wid Brer Remus en all uv um. 
I ’low ter myse’f I ’ll take it en kyar’ it dar, en I ’ll des tell it 
my own way.” 
“Well, den,” said Uncle Remus, approvingly, “me en dish yer 
chap, we er willin’ en a-waitin’, en ez fer Brer Jack over dar, we 
kin say de same fer him, ’kaze I up en year ’im draw mighty long 
breff des now lak he fixin’ fer ter snort. But you neenter min’ dat 
ole creetur, Sis Tempy. Des push right ahead.” 
“Ah-h-h-e-e!” exclaimed Daddy Jack, snapping his bright 
little eyes at Uncle Remus with some display of irritation; “you 
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