BRER RABBIT RESCUES BRER TERRAPIN 
“I dunno ’bout dat, Brer Jack, I dunno ’bout dat. De las’ 
time I year you en ’Tildy gwine on, she wuz ’pun de p’ints er 
knockin’ yo’ brains out. Now den, s’pozen I whirls in en gins 
you de shoes, en den ’Tildy come ’long en ax me ’bout um, w’at 
I gwine say ter ’Tildy?” 
“Me pay you fer dem shoe,” said Daddy Jack, seeing the ne¬ 
cessity of argument, “un me tek um wey da lil ’Tildy gal bin 
stay. She tell me fer come git-a dem shoe.” 
“Well, den, yer dey is,” said Uncle Remus, sighing deeply as 
he handed Daddy Jack the shoes. “Yer dey is, en youer mo’ dan 
welcome, dat you is. But spite er dat, dis yer quarter you hingin’ 
’way on um would er done you a sight mo’ good dan w’at dem 
shoes is.” 
This philosophy was altogether lost upon Daddy Jack, who 
took the shoes and shuffled out with a grunt of satisfaction. He 
had scarcely got out of hearing before ’Tildy pushed the door 
open and came in. She hesitated a moment, and then, seeing that 
Uncle Remus paid no attention to her, she sat down and picked 
at her fingers with an air quite in contrast to her usual “uppish¬ 
ness,” as Uncle Remus called it. 
“Unk Remus,” she said, after awhile, in a subdued tone, “is 
dat old Affikin nigger bin yer atter dem ar shoes?” 
“Yas, chile,” replied Uncle Remus, with a long-drawn sigh, 
“he done bin yer en got um en gone. Yas, honey, he done got um 
en gone; done come en pay fer’m, en got um en gone. I sez, sez 
I, dat I wish you all mighty well, en he tuck’n tuck de shoes en 
put. Yas, chile, he done got um en gone.” 
Something in Uncle Remus’s sympathetic and soothing tone 
seemed to exasperate ’Tildy. She dropped her hands in her lap, 
straightened herself up and exclaimed: — 
“Yas, I’m is gwine ter marry dat ole nigger an’ I don’t keer 
who knows it. Miss Sally say she don t keer, en t er folks may 
keer ef dey wanter, en much good der keerin’ ’ll do um.” 
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