BRER FOX AND THE MUSCADINES 
“‘I dunner w’at de reason you ain’t never come up wid urn,’ 
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee; ‘some folks sees straight, some sees 
crooked, some sees one thing, some sees ’n’er. I done seed dem ar 
w’ite muscadimes, en let ’lone dat, I done wipe um up. I done 
e’t all dey wuz on one tree, but I lay dey’s lots mo’ un um ’roun’ 
in dem neighborhoods,’ sezee. 
“Ole Brer Fox mouf ’gun to water, en he git mighty restless. 
“‘Come on, Brer Rabbit; come on! Come show me whar dem 
ar w’ite muscadimes grows at,’ sezee. 
“Brer Rabbit, he sorter hang back. Brer Fox, he ’low : — 
“‘Come on, Brer Rabbit, come on!’ 
“Brer Rabbit, he hang back, en bimeby he ’low:— 
“‘Uh-uh, Brer Fox! You wanter git me out dar in de timber 
by myse’f en do sump’n’ ter me. You wanter git me out dar en 
skeer me.’ 
“Ole Brer Fox, he hoi’ up he han’s, he do, en he ’low: 
“‘I des ’clar’ ’fo’ gracious, Brer Rabbit, I ain’t gwine do no 
sech uv a thing. I dunner w’at kinder ’pinion you got ’bout me 
fer ter have sech idee in yo’ head. Come on, Brer Rabbit, en less 
we go git dem ar w’ite muscadimes. Come on, Brer Rabbit. 
“‘Uh-uh, Brer Fox! I done year talk er you playin’ so many 
prank wid folks dat I fear’d fer ter go ’way off dar wid you.’ 
“Dey went on dat a-way,” continued Uncle Remus, endeavor¬ 
ing to look at the little boy through the crooked cow’s horn, 
“twel bimeby Brer Fox promise he ain’t gwine ter bodder long 
er Brer Rabbit, en den dey tuck’n put out. En whar you ’speck 
dat ar muscheevous Brer Rabbit tuck’n kyar Brer Fox? 
Uncle Remus paused and gazed around upon his audience with 
uplifted eyebrows, as if to warn them to be properly astonished. 
Nobody made any reply, but all looked expectant, and Uncle 
Remus went on: — 
“He ain’t kyar ’im nowhars in de roun’ worl but ter one er 
deze yer great big scaly-bark trees. De tree wuz des loaded down 
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