BRER RABBIT RESCUES BRER TERRAPIN 
did, en he run up behime ole Brer Tarrypin en flip im in de bag 
en sling de bag ’cross he back en go gallin -up back home. 
“Brer Tarrypin, he holler, but’t ain’t do no good, he rip en 
he r’ar, but’t ain’t do no good. Brer Fox des keep on a-gwine, en 
’t wa’n’t long ’fo’ he had ole Brer Tarrypin slung up in de cornder 
in de bag, en de bag tied un hard en fas’. 
“But w’iles all dis gwine on,” exclaimed Uncle Remus, em¬ 
ploying the tone and manner of some country preacher he had 
heard, “whar wuz ole Brer Rabbit? Yasser — dats it, whar wuz 
he? En mo’n dat, w’at you ’speck he ’uz doin’ en whar you 
reckon he wer’ gwine? Dat’s de way ter talk it; whar bouts wuz 
he?” , ., 
The old man brought his right hand down upon his knee with 
a thump that jarred the tin-plate and cups on the mantel-shelf, 
and then looked around with a severe frown to see what the 
chairs and the work-bench, and the walls and the rafters, had to 
say in response to his remarkable argument. He sat thus in a 
waiting attitude a moment, and then, finding that no response 
came from anything or anybody, his brow gradually cleared, an 
a smile of mingled pride and satisfaction spread over his face, as 
he continued in a more natural tone: — . 
“ Youk’n b’leeve me er not b’leeve des ez youer min ter, but 
dat ar long-year creetur —dat ar hoppity-skippity — dat ar 
up-en-down-en-sailin’-’roun’ Brer Rabbit, w ich you in year 
me call he name ’fo’ dis, he wa’n’t so mighty fur off w lies Brer 
Fox gwine ’long wid dat ar bag slung ’cross he back. Let lone 
dat, Brer Rabbit ’uz settin’ right dar in de bushes by de side er 
de road, en w’ence he see Brer Fox go trottin by, he ax hisse f 
w’at is it dat creetur got in dat ar bag. , , 
“He ax hisse’f, he did, but he dunno. He wunder en he wun- 
der yit de mo’ he wunder de mo’ he dunno. Brer Fox, he go 
trottin’ by, en Brer Rabbit, he sot in de bushes en wunder. 
Bimeby he ’low ter hisse’f, he did, dat Brer Fox ain’t got no busi- 
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