NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
bes’ way fer you ter do is ter wait en lemme git tame, ’kaze I’m 
dat wiP now dat I don’t tas’e good.’ 
“Mr. Hawk, sezee, ‘Oh-oh!’ 
“Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘Well, den, ef dat won’t do, you better 
wait en lemme grow big so I’ll be a full meal er vittles.’ 
“Mr. Hawk, sezee, ‘Now youer talkin’ sense!’ 
“ Brer Rabbit, sezee, ‘ En I ’ll rush ’roun’ ’mungs’ de bushes, en 
drive out Pa’tridges fer you, en we ’ll have mo’ fun dan w’at you 
kin shake a stick at.’ 
“Mr. Hawk sorter study ’bout dis, en Brer Rabbit, he beg en 
he ’splain, en de long en de short un it wuz,” said Uncle Remus, 
embracing his knee with his hands, “dat Brer Rabbit tuck’n git 
loose, en he ain’t git no bigger, en needer is he druv no Pa’tridges 
fer Mr. Hawk.” 
; “De Lord he’p my soul!” exclaimed ’Tildy, and this was the 
only comment made upon this extraordinary story. 
LXVI 
THE WISE BIRD AND THE FOOLISH BIRD 
All this talk about Hawks and Buzzards evidently reminded 
Daddy Jack of another story. He began to shake his head and 
mumble to himself; and, finally, when he looked around and 
found that he had attracted the attention of the little company, 
he rubbed his chin and grinned until his yellow teeth shone in the 
firelight like those of some wild animal, while his small eyes 
glistened under their heavy lids with a suggestion of cunning not 
unmixed with ferocity. 
“Talk it out, Brer Jack,” said Uncle Remus; “talk it out. All 
nex’ week we’ll be a-fixin’ up ’bout Chris’mus. Mars Jeems, he’s 
a-comin’ up, en Miss Sally ’ll have lots er yuther comp’ny. 
’Tildy yer, she’ll be busy, en dish yer little chap, he won’t have 
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