NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
de bag des lak he fine it. Yit ’fo’ he put de bag back in de cornder, 
w’at do dat creetur do? I ain’t settin’ yer,” said the old man, 
seizing his chair with both hands, as if by that means to emphasize 
the illustration, “I ain’t settin’ yer ef dat ar creetur ain’t grab 
dat bag en slam it down ’g’in de flo’, en hit it ’g’in de side er de 
house twel he git dem ar hornets all stirred up, en den he put de 
bag back in de cornder, en go out in de bushes ter whar Brer 
Tarrypin waitin’, en den bofe un um sot out dar en wait fer ter 
see w’at de upshot gwine ter be. 
“Bimeby, yer come Brer Fox back fum he watermillion-patch 
en he look lak he mighty mad. He strak he cane down ’pun de 
groun’, en do lak he gwine take he revengeance out’n po’ ole Brer 
Tarrypin. He went in de do’, Brer Fox did, en shot it atter ’im. 
Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin lissen’, but dey ain’t year nothin’. 
“But bimeby, fus’ news you know, dey year de mos’ owdashus 
racket, tooby sho’. Seem lak, fum whar Brer Rabbit en Brer 
Tarrypin settin’ dat dey ’uz a whole passel er cows runnin’ ’roun’ 
in Brer Fox house. Dey year de cheers a-fallin’, en de table 
turnin’ over, en de crock’ry breakin’, en den de do’ flew’d open, 
en out come Brer Fox, a-squallin’ lak de Ole Boy wuz atter ’im. 
En sech a sight ez dem t’er creeturs seed den en dar ain’t never 
bin seed befo’ ner sence. 
“Dem ar hornets des swarmed on top er Brer Fox. ’Lev’m 
dozen un um ’ud hit at one time, en look lak dat ar creetur bleedz 
ter fine out fer hisse’f w’at pain en suffin’ is. Dey bit ’im en dey 
stung ’im, en fur ez Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin kin year’ im, dem 
hornets ’uz des a-nailin’ ’im. Gentermens! dey gun ’im binjer! 
“Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin, dey sot dar, dey did, en dey 
laugh en laugh, twel bimeby, Brer Rabbit roll over en grab he 
stomach, en holler: — 
“‘Don’t, Brer Tarrypin! don’t! One giggle mo’ en you’ll 
hatter tote me.’ 
“En dat ain’t all,” said Uncle Remus, raising his voice. “I 
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