NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
“‘I mighty sorry, Mr. Hawk, dat I is. I got some gol’ buried 
right over dar in fence cornder, en I wish in my soul my po’ 
little childuns know whar’t wuz, ’kaze den dey could git long 
widout me fer a mont’ er two.’ 
“Mr. Hawk ’low, ‘Whar’bouts is all dis gol’?’ 
“Brer Rabbit low, 'Right over dar in de fence-cornder/ 
“Mr. Hawk say show it ter ’im. Brer Rabbit say he don’t 
keer ef he do, en he say: — 
“‘I’d ’a’ done show’d it ter you long ’fo’ dis, but you hoi’ me so 
tight, I can’t wink my eye skacely, much less walk ter whar de 
gol’ is.’ 
“Mr. Hawk say he fear’d he gwineter try ter git ’way. Brer 
Rabbit say dey ain’t no danger er dat, ’kaze he one er deze yer 
kinder mens w’en dey er kotch once deyer kotch fer good. 
“Mr. Hawk sorter let Brer Rabbit loose, en dey went todes 
de fence-cornder. Brer Rabbit, he went ’long so good dat dis 
sorter ease Mr. Hawk min’ ’bout he gittin’ ’way. Dey got ter de 
place en Brer Rabbit look all ’roun’, en den he frown up like he 
got some mighty bad disap’intment, en he say: — 
“‘You may b’lieve me er not, Mr. Hawk, but we er on de 
wrong side er de fence. I hid dat gol’ some’rs right in dat cornder 
dar. You fly over en I’ll go thoo.’ 
“Tooby sho’ dis look fa’r, en Brer Rabbit, he crope thoo’ de 
fence, en Mr. Hawk flew’d ’cross. Time he lit on t’er side, Mr. 
Hawk year Brer Rabbit laugh.” 
The little boy asked what Brother Rabbit laughed for, as ’Tildy 
paused to adjust a flaming red ribbon-bow pinned in her hair. 
“’Kaze dey wuz a brier-patch on t’er side de fence,” said 
’Tildy, “en Brer Rabbit wuz in dar.” 
“I boun’ you!” Aunt Tempy exclaimed. “He ’uz in dar, en 
dar he stayed tel Mr. Hawk got tired er hangin’ ’roun’ dar.” 
“Ah, Lord, chile!” said Uncle Remus, with the candor of an 
expert, “some er dat tale you got right, en some you got wrong.” 
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