BRER RABBIT RESCUES BRER TERRAPIN 
wuz de bag in de cornder. He kotch holt er de bag en sorter feel 
un it, en time he do dis, he year sump’n’ holler: — 
“‘Ow! Go ’way! Lem me ’lone! Tu’n me loose! Ow!’ 
“Brer Rabbit jump back ’stonish’d. Den ’fo’ you kin wink yo’ 
eye-ball, Brer Rabbit slap hisse’f on de leg en break out in a 
laugh. Den he up’n ’low: — 
“‘Ef I ain’t make no mistakes, dat ar kinder fuss kin come 
fum nobody in de roun’ worl’ but ole Brer Tarrypin.’ 
“Brer Tarrypin, he holler, sezee: ‘Ain’t dat Brer Rabbit?’ 
“‘De same,’ sezee. 
“‘Den whirl in en tu’n me out. Meal dus’ in my th’oat, grit 
in my eye, en I ain’t kin git my breff, skacely. Tu’n me out, Brer 
Rabbit.’ 
“Brer Tarrypin talk lak somebody down in a well. Brer Rab¬ 
bit, he holler back: — 
‘“Youer lots smarter dan w’at I is, Brer Tarrypin — lots 
smarter. Youer smarter en pearter. Peart ez I come yer, you is 
ahead er me. I know how you git in de bag, but I dunner how de 
name er goodness you tie yo’se’f up in dar, dat I don’t.’ 
“Brer Tarrypin try ter splain, but Brer Rabbit keep on 
laughin’, en he laugh twel he git he fill er laughin’; en den he 
tuck’n ontie de bag en take Brer Tarrypin out en tote ’im ’way 
off in de woods. Den, w’en he done dis, Brer Rabbit tuck’n run off 
en git a great big hornet-nes’ w’at he see w’en he cornin’ long—” 
“A hornet’s nest, Uncle Remus?” exclaimed the little boy, in 
amazement. 
“Tooby sho’, honey. ’T ain’t bin amont’ sence I brung you a 
great big hornet-nes’, en yer you is axin’ dat. Brer Rabbit tuck’n 
slap he han’ ’cross de little hole whar de hornets goes in at, en 
dar he had urn. Den he tuck’n tuck it ter Brer Fox house, en put 
it in de bag whar Brer Tarrypin bin. 
“He put de hornet-nes’ in dar,” continued Uncle Remus, 
lowering his voice, and becoming very grave, en den he tie up 
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