BRER WOLF AND THE HORNED CATTLE 
“Sis Tempy,” said Uncle Remus, “I ’speck it’s yo’ time fer ter 
put in.” 
“I des bin rackin’ my min’,” said Aunt Tempy, thoughtfully. 
“ I see you fixin’ dat ar hawn, en terreckerly hit make me think 
’bout a tale w’at I ain’t year none en you tell yit.” 
Uncle Remus was polishing a long cow’s-horn, for the purpose 
of making a hunting-horn for his master. 
“Hit come ’bout one time dat all de creeturs w’at got hawns 
tuck a notion dat dey got ter meet terge’er en have a confab fer 
ter see how dey gwine take ker deyse’f, ’kaze dem t’er creeturs 
w’at got tush en claw, dey uz des a-snatchin’ um fum ’roun’ 
eve’y cornder.” 
“Tooby sho’!” said Uncle Remus, approvingly. 
“Dey sont out wud, de hawn creeturs did, en dey tuck’n meet 
terge’er ’way off in de woods. Man — Sir! — dey wuz a big gang 
un um, en de muster dey had out dar’t wa n t b ar tellin skacely. 
Mr. Bull, he ’uz dar, en Mr. Steer, en Miss Cow” — 
“And Mr. Benjamin Ram, with his fiddle,” suggested the 
little boy. 
— “Yes, ’n Mr. Billy Goat, en Mr. Unicorn” — 
“En ole man Rinossyhoss,” said Uncle Remus. 
— “Yes, ’n lots mo’ w’at I ain’t know de names un. Man — 
gj r j — (fey had a mighty muster out dar. Ole Brer Wolf, he 
tuck’n year ’bout de muster, en he sech a smarty dat nothin’ 
ain’t gwine do but he mus’ go en see w at dey doin .. 
“He study ’bout it long time, en den he went out in de timber 
en cut ’im two crooked sticks, en tie um on his head, en start 
off ter whar de hawn creeturs meet at. W’en he git dar Mr. Bull 
ax ’im who is he, w’at he want, whar he come frum, en whar he 
gwine. Brer Wolf, he ’low: ^ 
“‘Ba-a-a! I’m name little Sook Calf!’” 
“Eh-eh! Look out, now!” exclaimed ’Tildy, enthusiastically. 
“Mr. Bull look at Brer Wolf mighty hard over his specks, but 
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