NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“Well, den, Mr. Dog, he pull off de yuther behime shoe, en 
Brer Rabbit trot off en try it. He come back, he did, en he 
say: — 
“‘Dey mighty nice, Mr. Dog, but dey sorter r’ars me up be¬ 
hime, en I dunner ’zackly how dey feels.’ 
“Dis make Mr. Dog feel like he wan ter be perlite, en he take 
off de befo’ shoes, en Brer Rabbit put um on en stomp his foots, 
en ’low: — 
“‘Now dat sorter feel like shoes;’ en he rack off down de road, 
en w’en he git whar he oughter tu’n ’roun’, he des lay back he 
years en keep on gwine; en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he git outer sight. 
“Mr. Dog, he holler, en tell ’im fer ter come back, but Brer 
Rabbit keep on gwine; Mr. Dog, he holler, Mr. Rabbit, he keep 
on gwine. En down ter dis day,” continued ’Tildy, smacking her 
lips, and showing her white teeth, “Mr. Dog bin a-runnin’ Brer 
Rabbit, en ef you’ll des go out in de woods wid any Dog on dis 
place, des time he smell de Rabbit track he ’ll holler en tell ’im 
fer ter come back.” 
“Dat’s de Lord’s trufe!” said Aunt Tempy. 
LXII 
BRER WOLF AND THE HORNED CATTLE 
Daddy Jack appeared to enjoy ’Tildy’s story as thoroughly as 
the little boy. 
“’E one fine tale. ’E mekky me lahff tell tear is come in me 
y-eye,” the old African said. And somehow or other ’Tildy 
seemed to forget her pretended animosity to Daddy Jack, and 
smiled on him as pleasantly as she did on the others. Uncle 
Remus himself beamed upon each and every one, especially upon 
Aunt Tempy; and the little boy thought he had never seen every¬ 
body in such good-humor. 
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