NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
The little boy shook his head. 
“Well, sir! I dunner w’at I bin doin’ all dis time dat I ain’t 
tell you dat, ’kaze dat’s whar de wussest kinder doin’s tuck’n 
happen. Yasser! de wussest kinder doin’s; en I’ll des whirl in 
en gin it out right now ’fo’ ole man Jack come wobblin’ in. 
“One time way back yander, ’fo’ dey wuz any folks a-foolin’ 
’roun’, Mr. Lion, he tuck’n tuck a notion dat he’d go huntin’, 
en nothin’ ’ud do ’im but Brer Rabbit must go wid ’im. Brer 
Rabbit, he ’low dat he up fer any kinder fun on top side er de 
groun’. Wid dat dey put out, dey did, en dey hunt en hunt 
clean ’cross de country. 
“Mr. Lion, he’d lam aloose en miss de game, en den Brer 
Rabbit, he’d lam aloose en fetch it down. No sooner is he do dis 
dan Mr. Lion, he’d squall out: — 
“‘Hit’s mine! hit’s mine! I kilt it!’ 
“Mr. Lion sech a big man dat Brer Rabbit skeer’d ter ’spute 
’long wid ’im, but he lay it up in he min’ fer to git even wid ’im. 
Dey went on en dey went on. Mr. Lion, he’d lam aloose en miss 
de game, en ole Brer Rabbit, he’d lam aloose en hit it, en Mr. 
Lion, he’d take’n whirl in en claim it. 
“Dey hunt all day long, en w’en night come, dey ’uz sech a 
fur ways fum home dat dey hatter camp out. Dey went on, dey 
did, twel dey come ter a creek, en w’en dey come ter dat, dey 
tuck’n scrape away de trash en built um a fire on de bank, en 
cook dey supper. 
“Atter supper dey sot up dar en tole tales, dey did, en Brer 
Rabbit, he tuck’n brag ’bout w’at a good hunter Mr. Lion is, 
en Mr. Lion, he leant back on he yelbow, en feel mighty biggity. 
Bimeby, w’en dey eyeleds git sorter heavy, Brer Rabbit, he 
up’n ’low: — 
“‘I’m a monst’us heavy sleeper, Mr. Lion, w’en I gits ter 
nappin’, en I hope en trus’ I ain’t gwine ’sturb you dis night, yit 
I got my doubts.’ 
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