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he say how. Brer Rabbit say he keepin' crows out'n Brer Fox's groun’-pea patch, en den he ax Brer B’ar ef he don't wanter make dollar minnit, kaze he got big fambly er chilluns fer ter take keer un, en den he make sech nice skeer-crow. Brer B’ar 'low dat he take de job, en den Brer Rabbit show 'im how ter ben' down de saplin', en twan't long 'fo' Brer B’ar wuz swingin' up dar in Brer Rabbit place. Den Brer Rabbit, he put out fer Brer Fox house, en w'en he got dar he sing out:
"Brer Fox! oh, Brer Fox! Come out yer, Brer Fox, en l'll show you de man w'at bin stealin' yo' goobers.'
“ Brer Fox, he grab up his walkin'-stick, en bofe un um went runnin' back down ter der goober-patch, en w'en dey got dar, sho 'nuff, dar wuz ole Brer B’ar. .
“Oh, yes! youer kotch, is you?' sez Brer Fox, en 'fo' Brer B’ar could 'splain, Brer Rabbit he jump up en down, en holler out :
“Hit 'im in de mouf, Brer Fox; hit 'im in de mouf;' en Brer Fox, he draw back wid de walkin'-cane, en blip he tuck ’im, en ev'y time
Brer B’ar'd try ter 'splain, Brer Fox'd shower down on him.
"W'iles all dis ’uz gwine on, Brer Rabbit, he slip off en git in a mud-hole en des lef his eyes stickin' out, kaze he know'd dat Brer B’ar'd be a comin' atter 'im. Sho ’nuff, bimeby here come Brer B’ar down de road, en w'en he git ter de mud-hole, he say:
Howdy, Brer Frog; is you seed Brer Rabbit go by yer ?'
"He des gone by,' sez Brer Rabbit, en ole man B'ar tuck off down de road like a skeer'd mule, en Brer Rabbit, he come out en dry hisse'f in de sun, en go home ter his fambly same ez enny udder man.”
" The Bear didn't catch the Rabbit then ?” inquired the little boy, sleepily.
“ Jump up fum dar, honey!” exclaimed Uncle Remus, by way of reply. “I ain't got no time fer ter be settin' yer proppin' yo' eyeleds open.
MR. BEAR CATCHES OLD MR. BULL-FROG.
| ELL, Uncle Remus,” said the little
boy, counting to see if he hadn't lost a marble somewhere," the Bear didn't catch the Rabbit after all, did he ?"
" Now you talkin', honey,” replied the old man, his earnest face breaking up into little eddies of smiles—“now you talkin' sho. 'Tain't bin proned inter no Brer B’ar fer ter kotch Brer Rabbit. Hit sorter like settin' a mule fer ter trap a hummin’-bird. But Brer B'ar, he tuck'n got hisse'f inter some mo' trubble, w'ich it look like it mighty easy. Ef folks could make der livin' longer gittin' inter trubble,” continued the old man, looking curiously at the little boy, “ole Miss Favers wouldn't be bodder'n yo' ma fer ter borry a cup full er sugar eve’y now en den; en it look like ter me dat I knows a nigger
dat wouldn't be squattin' 'roun' yer makin' dese yer fish-baskits.”
“How did the bear get into more trouble, Uncle Remus ? ” asked the little boy.
“Natchul, honey. Brer B’ar, he tuck a notion dat ole Brer Bull-frog wuz de man wa't fool 'im, en he say dat he'd come up wid ’im ef 'twuz a year atterwuds. But 'twan't no year, an 'twan't no mont', en mo'n dat, hit wan't skasely a week, w'en bimeby one day Brer B’ar wuz gwine home fum de takin' un a bee-tree, en lo en beholes, who should he see but ole Brer Bull-frog settin' out on de aidge er de mud-puddle fas’’sleep! Brer B'ar drap his axe, he did, en crope up, en retch out wid his paw, en scoop ole Brer Bull-frog in des dis way.” Here the old man used his hand ladle-fashion, by way of illustration. “He scoop 'im in, en dar he wuz. W'en Brer B'ar got his clampers on 'im good, he sot down en talk at 'im.
" Howdy, Brer Bull-frog, howdy! En how yo' fambly? I hope deyer well, Brer Bull-frog, kaze dis day you got some bizness wid me w’at'll las' you a mighty long time.'
“ Brer Bull-frog, he dunner w'at ter say. He you?'
dunner wat's up, en he don't say nuthin'. Ole Brer B’ar he keep runnin' on:
• Youer de man w'at tuck en fool me 'bout Brer Rabbit t'er day. You had yo' fun, Brer Bull-frog, en now I'll git mine.'
“ Den Brer Bull-frog, he gin ter git skeerd, he did, en he up’n say:
"W'at I bin doin', Brer B’ar ? How I bin foolin'
“Den Brer B'ar laff, en make like he dunno, but he keep on talkin'.
“Oh, no, Brer Bull-frog! You ain't de man w'at stick yo' head up out'n de water en tell me Brer Rabbit done gone on by. Oh no! you ain't de man.
I boun' you ain't. 'Bout dat time, you wuz at home wid yo’ fambly, whar
I dunner whar you wuz, but I knows whar you is, Brer Bull-frog, en hit's you en me fer it. Atter de sun goes down dis day you don't fool no mo' folks gwine 'long dis road.'
Co’se Brer Bull-frog dunner w'at Brer B’ar drivin' at, but he know sump'n hatter be done, en dat mighty soon, kaze Brer B’ar 'gun to snap his jaws tergedder en foam at de mouf, en Brer Bull-frog holler out:
you allers is.