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feel mighty lonesome, en he feel mighty mad, Brer Rabbit did. Tain't put down in de tale, but I speck hè cusst en r’ar'd 'roun' considerbul. Leas’ways, he wuz settin' out dar by hisseʼf, en dar he sot, en study en study, twel bimeby he jump up en holler out:

. Well, doggone my cats ef I can't gallop 'roun' ole Brer Fox, en I'm gwineter do it. I'll show Miss Meadows en de gals dat I'm de boss er Brer Fox,' sezee.

" Jack Sparrer up in de tree, he hear Brer Rabbit, he did, en he sing out :

“ I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! Chick-a-biddy-win'-a-blowin'-acunsfallin'! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox !""

Uncle Remus accompanied the speech of the bird with a peculiar whistling sound in his throat, that was a marvellous imitation of a sparrow's chirp, and the little boy clapped his hands with delight, and insisted upon a repetition.

“Dis kinder tarrify Brer Rabbit, en he skasely know w'at he gwine do; but bimeby he study ter hisse'f dat de man w'at see Brer Fox fus wuz boun' ter have de inturn, en den

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he go hoppin' off to'rds home.

He didn't got fur w’en who should he meet but Brer Fox, en den Brer Rabbit, he open up :

“W'at dis twix' you en me, Brer Fox?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. • I hear tell you gwine ter sen' me ter 'struckshun, en nab my fambly, en 'stroy my shanty,' sezee.

“Den Brer Fox he git mighty mad.
“Who bin tellin' you all dis?' sezee.

“ Brer Rabbit make like he didn't want ter tell, but Brer Fox he 'sist en 'sist, twel at las' Brer Rabbit he up en tell Brer Fox dat he hear Jack Sparrer say all dis.

Co’se,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'w'en Brer Jack Sparrer tell me dat I flew up, I did, en I use some langwidge w'ich I'm mighty glad dey wern't no ladies 'roun' nowhars so dey could hear me go on,' sezee.

“ Brer Fox he sorter gap, he did, en say he speck he better be sa'nter'n on. But, bless yo' soul, honey, Brer Fox ain't sa’nter fur, 'fo' Jack Sparrer flipp down on a 'simmon-bush by de side er de road, en holler out :

««• Brer Fox ! Oh, Brer Fox! .- Brer Fox!'

Hole on,

“ Brer Fox he des sorter canter 'long, he did, en make like he don't hear 'im. Den Jack Sparrer up'n sing out agin :

“* Brer Fox! Oh, Brer Fox! Brer Fox! I got some news fer you. Wait, Brer Fox! Hit'll 'stonish you.'

“ Brer Fox he make like he don't see Jack Sparrer, ner needer do he hear 'im, but bimeby he lay down by de road, en sorter stretch hisse'f like he fixin' fer ter nap. De tattlin' Jack Sparrer he flew'd ’long, en keep on callin' Brer Fox, but Brer Fox, he ain't sayin' nuthin'. Den little Jack Sparrer, he hop down on de groun' en flutter 'roun’ 'mongst de trash. Dis sorter 'track Brer Fox 'tenshun, en he look at de tattlin' bird, en de bird he keep on callin' : “I got sump'n fer ter tell


Brer Fox.'

"Git on my tail, little Jack Sparrer,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'kaze I'm de'f in one year, en I can't hear out'n de udder. Git on my tail,'


“Den de little bird he up'n hop on Brer Fox's tail.

“Git on my back, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I'm de'f in one year en I can't hear out'n de udder.' “ Den de little bird hop on his back.

Hop on my head, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I'm de'f in bofe years.'

Up hop de little bird.

· Hop on my toof, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I'm de'f in one year en I can't hear out'n de udder.'

" De tattlin' little bird hop on Brer Fox's toof, en den_”

Here Uncle Remus paused, opened wide his mouth and closed it again in a way that told the whole story.

• An Atlanta friend heard this story in Florida, but an alligator was substituted for the fox, and a little boy for the rabbit. There is another version in which the impertinent gosling goes to tell the fox something her mother has said, and is caught ; and there may be other versions. I have adhered to the middle Georgia version, which is characteristic enough. It may be well to state that there are different versions of all the stories—the shrewd narrators of the mythology of the old plantation adapting themselves with ready tact to the years, tastes, and expectations of their juvenile audiences.

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“ Did the Fox eat the bird all- allasked the little boy.

“ Jedge B'ar come 'long nex' day,” replied Uncle Remus, “en he fine some fedders, en fum dat word went roun' dat ole man Squinch Owl done kotch nudder watzizname.”

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