MR. HAWK AND BRER BUZZARD 
pine. Rain fall, ’e hug ’ese’f wit’ ’e wing, ’e scrooge ’e neck up. 
Rain come, win’ blow, da Buzzud bin-a look ragged. Da Buz- 
zud bin-a wink ’e y-eye, ’e say: — 
“‘Wun da win’ fer stop blow en da rain fer stop drip, me go 
mek me one house. Me mek um tight fer keep da rain out; me 
pit top on strong fer keep da win’ out.’ 
“Dun da rain dry up en da win’ stop. Da Buzzud, ’e stan’ 
’pon top da dead pine. Wun da sun bin-a shine, ’e no mek um no 
house no’n ’tall. ’E stay ’pon da dead pine; ’e ’tretch ’e wing 
wide open; ’e bin dry hisse’f in da sun. ’E hab mek no house 
sence ’e bin born. ’E one fool bud.” 
“En yit,” said Uncle Remus, with a grave, judicial air, “I 
year tell er one time w’en ole Brer Buzzard wa’n’t so mighty fur 
outer de way wid he notions.” 
“Me yent yeddy tahlk ’bout dis,” Daddy Jack explained. 
“I ’speck not,” responded Uncle Remus. “Hit seem lak dat 
dey wuz one time w’en Mr. Hawk come sailin’ ’roun’ huntin’ fer 
sump’n’ ’n’er t’ eat, en he see Brer Buzzard settin’ on a dead 
lim’, lookin’ mighty lazy en lonesome. 
“Mr. Hawk, sezee, ‘How you come on, Brer Buzzard?’ 
“Brer Buzzard, sezee, ‘I’m mighty po’ly, Brer Hawk; po’ly 
en hongry.’ 
“Mr. Hawk, sezee, ‘W’at you waitin’ yer fer ef you hongry, 
Brer Buzzard?’ 
“Brer Buzzard, sezee, ‘I’m a-waitin’ on de Lord.’ 
“Mr. Hawk, sezee, ‘Better run en git yo’ brekkus, Brer Buz¬ 
zard, en den come back en wait.’ 
“Brer Buzzard, sezee, ‘No, Brer Hawk, I’ll go bidout my 
brekkus druther den be biggity ’bout it.’ 
“Mr. Hawk, he ’low, sezee, ‘Well, den, Brer Buzzard, you got 
yo’ way en I got mine. You see dem ar chick’ns, down dar in Mr. 
Man hoss-lot? I’m a-gwine down dar en git one un um, en den 
I’ll come back yer en wait ’long wid you.’ 
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