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atter a w’ile he go off some’rs else, en Brer Wolf take his place in 
de muster. 
“Well, den, bimeby, terreckerly, dey got ter talkin’ en tellin’ 
der ’sperence des like de w’ite folks does at class-meetin’. W’iles 
dey ’uz gwine on dis a-way, a great big hoss-fly come sailin’ 
’roun’, en Brer Wolf tuck’n fergit hisse’f, en snap at ’im. 
“All dis time Brer Rabbit bin hidin’ out in de bushes watchin’ 
Brer Wolf, en w’en he see dis he tuck’n break out in a laugh. 
Brer Bull, he tuck’n holler out, he did: — 
“‘Who dat laughin’ en showin’ der manners?’ 
“Nobody ain’t make no answer, en terreckerly Brer Rabbit 
holler out: — 
u< 0 kittle-cattle, kittle-cattle, whar yo ’ eyes ? 
Who ever see a Sook Calf snappin* at flies V 
“De hawn creeturs dey all look ’roun’ en wonder w’at dat 
mean, but bimeby dey go on wid dey confab. ’T wa’n’t long ’fo’ 
a flea tuck’n bite Brer Wolf ’way up on de back er de neck, en 
’fo’ he know what he doin’, he tuck’n squat right down en scratch 
hisse’f wid his behime foot.” 
“Enty!” exclaimed Daddy Jack. 
“Dar you is!” said ’Tildy. 
“Brer Rabbit, he tuck’n broke out in ’n’er big laugh en ’sturb 
um all, en den he holler out: — 
Scritchum-scratchum , lawsy, my laws ! 
Look at dat Sook Calf scratchin’ wid claws / * 
“Brer Wolf git mighty skeer’d, but none er de hawn creeturs 
ain’t take no notice un ’im, en’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ Brer Rabbit 
holler out ag’in: — 
“ * Rinktum-tinktum, ride *im on a rail1 
Dat Sook Calf got a long bushy tail l * 
“De hawn creeturs, dey go on wid der confab, but Brer Wolf 
git skeerder en skeerder, ’kaze he notice dat Mr. Bull got his 
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