BRER WOLF AND THE HORNED CATTLE 
eye on ’im. Brer Rabbit, he ain’t gin ’im no rest. He holler 
out: — 
“'One en one never kin make six , 
Sticks ain't hawns t en havms ain't sticks 1 * 
“ Wid dat Brer Wolf make ez ef he gwine ’way fum dar, en he 
wa’n’t none too soon, needer, ’kaze ole Mr. Bull splunge at ’im, 
en little mo’ en he’d er nat’ally to’ ’im in two.” 
“Did Brother Wolf get away?” the little boy asked. 
“ Yas, Lord!” said Aunt Tempy, with unction; “he des scooted 
’way fum dar, en he got so mad wid Brer Rabbit, dat he tuck’n 
play dead, en wud went ’roun’ dat dey want all de creeturs fer 
ter go set up wid ’im. Brer Rabbit, he went down dar fer ter look 
at ’im, en time he see ’im, he ex: — 
“‘Is he grin yit?’ 
“All de creeturs dey up’n say he ain’t grin, not ez dey knows 
un. Den Brer Rabbit, he ’low, he did: — 
“‘Well, den, gentermuns all, ef he ain’t grin, den he ain’t dead 
good. In all my ’speunce folks ain’t git dead good tel dey grins .’ 1 
“ W’en Brer Wolf year Brer Rabbit talk dat a-way, he tuck’n 
grin fum year ter year, en Brer Rabbit, he picked up his hat en 
walkin’-cane en put out fer home, en w’en he got ’way off in de 
woods he sot down en laugh fit ter kill hisse f. 
Uncle Remus had paid Aunt Tempy the extraordinary tribute 
of pausing in his work to listen to her story, and when she had 
concluded it, he looked at her in undisguised admiration, and 
exclaimed:— ? . 
“I be bless, Sis Tempy, ef you ain’t wuss’n w’at I is, en I m 
bad ’nuff’, de Lord knows I is!” 
1 See Uncle Remus : His Songs and his Sayings y p. 60. 
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