NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
ness fer ter be trottin’ ’long down de road, totin’ doin’s w’ich 
yuther folks dunner w’at dey is, en he ’low dat dey won’t be no 
great harm done ef he take atter Brer Fox en fine out w’at he got 
in dat ar bag. 
“Wid dat, Brer Rabbit, he put out. He ain’t got no bag fer 
ter tote, en he pick up he foots mighty peart. Mo’n dat, he tuck’n 
tuck a nigh-cut, en by de time Brer Fox git home, Brer Rabbit 
done had time fer ter go ’roun’ by de watermillion-patch endo 
some er he devilment, en den atter dat he tuck’n sot down in de 
bushes whar he kin see Brer Fox w’en he come home. 
“Bimeby yer come Brer Fox wid de bag slung ’cross he back. 
He onlatch de do’, he did, en he go in en sling Brer Tarrypin down 
in de cornder, en set down front er de h’ath fer ter res’ hisse’f.” 
Here Uncle Remus paused to laugh in anticipation of what was 
to follow. 
“Brer Fox ain’t mo’n lit he pipe,” the old man continued, after 
a tantalizing pause, “’fo’ Brer Rabbit stick he head in de do’ 
en holler: — 
“‘Brer Fox! 0 Brer Fox! You better take yo’ walkin’-cane en 
run down yan. Cornin’ ’long des now I year a mighty fuss, en I 
look ’roun’ en dar wuz a whole passel er folks in yo’ watermillion- 
patch des a-tromplin’ ’roun’ en a-t’arin’ down. I holler’d at um, 
but dey ain’t pay no ’tention ter little man lak I is. Make ’a’se, 
Brer Fox! make ’a’se! Git yo’ cane en run down dar. I’d go wid 
you myse’f, but my ole ’oman ailin’ en I bleedz ter be makin’ 
my way todes home. You better make ’a’se. Brer Fox, ef you 
wanter git de good er yo’ watermillions. Run, Brer Fox! run!’ 
h “Wid dat Brer Rabbit dart back in de bushes, en Brer Fox 
drap he pipe en grab he walkin’-cane en put out fer he water¬ 
million-patch, w’ich’t wer’ down on de branch; en no sooner is 
he gone dan ole Brer Rabbit come out de bushes en make he way 
in de house. 
“He go so easy dat he ain’t make no fuss; he look ’roun’ en dar 
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