NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
’long full tilt, he run’d ag’in’ ole Mr. Lion. Mr. Lion, he hail 
’im: — 
“‘Heyo, Brer Rabbit! W’at yo’ hurry?’ 
“‘Run, Mr. Lion, run! Dey’s a harry cane cornin’ back dar in 
de timbers. You better run!’ 
“Dis make Mr. Lion sorter skeer’d. He ’low: — 
“‘I mos’ too heavy fer ter run fur, Brer Rabbit. W’at I gwine 
do?’ 
“‘Lay down, Mr. Lion, lay down! Git close ter de groun’!’ 
“Mr. Lion shake his head. He ’low: — 
“‘Ef win’ lierbul fer ter pick up little man like you is, Brer 
Rabbit, w’at it gwine do wid big man like me?’ 
“‘Hug a tree, Mr. Lion, hug a tree!’ 
“Mr. Lion lash hisse’f wid his tail. He ’low: — 
“‘W’at I gwine do ef de win’ blow all day en a good part er de 
night, Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘Lemme tie you ter de tree, Mr. Lion! lemme tie you ter de 
tree!’ 
“Mr. Lion, he tuk’n ’gree ter dis, en Brer Rabbit, he got ’im a 
hick’ry split 1 en tie ’im hard en fast ter de tree. Den he tuck’n 
sot down, ole Brer Rabbit did, en wash his face en han’s des same 
ez you see de cats doin’. Terreckerly Mr. Lion git tired er stan’in’ 
dar huggin’ de tree, en he ax Brer Rabbit w’at de reason he ain’t 
keep on runnin’, en Brer Rabbit, he up’n ’low dat he gwine ter 
stay der en take keer Mr. Lion. 
“Terreckerly Mr. Lion say he ain’t year no harrycane. Brer 
Rabbit say he ain’t needer. Mr. Lion say he ain’t year no win’ 
a-blowin’. Brer Rabbit say he ain’t needer. Mr. Lion say he 
ain’t so much ez year a leaf a-stirrin’. Brer Rabbit say he ain’t 
needer. Mr. Lion sorter study, en Brer Rabbit sot dar, he did, 
en wash his face en lick his paws. 
“Terreckerly Mr. Lion ax Brer Rabbit fer ter onloose ’im. 
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