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shakin' his long, bushy tail.
D'at w’at I say, en dat I stan's by.'
The little boy looked puzzled, but he didn't say anything After while the old man continued :
"Now, den, ef dat's 'greed ter, I'm gwine on, en ef tain't 'greed ter, den I'm gwineter pick up my cane en look atter my own intrust. I got wuk lyin' roun' yer dat’s des natally gittin' moldy.”
The little boy still remained quiet, and Uncle Remus proceeded :
“One day Brer Rabbit wuz gwine
down de road shakin' his long, bushy tail, w'en who should he strike up wid but ole Brer Fox gwine amblin' 'long wid a big string er fish! W’en dey pass de time er day wid wunner nudder, Brer Rabbit, he open up de confab, he did, en he ax Brer Fox whar he git dat nice string er fish, en Brer Fox, he up'n 'spon' dat he kotch um, en Brer Rabbit, he say whar'bouts, en Brer Fox, he say down at de babtizin' creek, en Brer Rabbit he ax how, kaze in dem days dey wuz monstus fon' er minners, en Brer Fox, he sot down on a log, he did, en he up'n tell Brer Rabbit dat all he gotter do fer ter git er big mess er minners is ter go ter de creek atter sun-down, en drap his tail in de water en set dar twel daylight, en den draw up a whole armful er fishes, en dem w'at he don't want he kin fling back. Right dar's whar Brer Rabbit drap his watermillion, kaze he tuck'n sot out dat night en went a fishin'. De wedder wuz sorter cole, en Brer Rabbit, he got 'im a bottle er dram en put out fer de creek, en w’en he git dar he pick out a good place, en he sorter squot down, he did, en let his tail hang in de water. He sot dar, en he sot dar, en he drunk his dram, en he think he gwineter freeze, but bimeby day come, en dar he wuz. He make a pull, en he feel like he comin' in two, en he fetch nudder jerk, en lo en beholes, whar wuz his tail ?"
There was a long pause.
“Did it come off, Uncle Remus ?" asked the little boy, presently.
“She did dat !” replied the old man with unction. “She did dat, and dat w'at make all deze yer bob-tail rabbits w’at you see hoppin' en skaddlin thoo de woods."
“ Are they all that way just because the old Rabbit lost his tail in the creek ? ” asked the little boy.
“ Dat's it, honey,” replied the old man. “ Dat's w’at dey tells me. Look like dey er bleedzd ter take atter der pa."
MR. TERRAPIN SHOWS HIS STRENGTH.
RER TARRYPIN wuz de out'nes'
man,” said Uncle Remus, rubbing his hands together contemplatively, and chuckling to himself in a very significant manner; "he wuz de out'nes' man er de whole gang. He
The little boy sat perfectly quiet, betraying no impatience when Uncle Remus paused to hunt, first in one pocket and then in another, for enough crumbs of tobacco to replenish his pipe. Presently the old man proceeded.
“One night Miss Meadows en de gals dey gun a candy-pullin', en so many er de nabers come in ’sponse ter de invite dat dey hatter put de 'lasses in de wash-pot en b’il de fier in de yard. Brer B’ar, he hope* Miss Meadows
* Holp; helped.
bring de wood, Brer Fox, he men' de fier, Brer Wolf, he kep' de dogs off, Brer Rabbit, he grease de bottom er de plates fer ter keep de candy fum stickin', en Brer Tarrypin, he klum up in a cheer, en say he'd watch en see dat de ’lasses didn't bile over. Dey wuz all dere, en dey wern't cuttin' up no didos, nudder, kase Miss Meadows, she done put her foot down, she did, en say dat w’en dey come ter her place dey hatter hang up a flag er truce at de front gate en 'bide by it.
“Well, den, w'iles dey wuz all a settin' dar en de 'lasses wuz a bilin'en a blubberin', dey got ter runnin' on talkin' mighty biggity. Brer Rabbit, he say he de swiffes'; but Brer Tarrypin, he rock 'long in de cheer en watch de 'lasses. Brer Fox, he say he de sharpes', but Brer Tarrypin he rock 'long. Brer Wolf, he say he de mos' suvvigus, but Brer Tarrypin, he rock en he rock ’long. Brer B’ar, he say he de mos' stronges', but Brer Tarrypin he rock en he keep on rockin'. Bimeby he sorter shet one eye, en say, sezee :
" Hit look like 'periently dat de ole hardshell ain't nowhars 'longside er dis crowd, yit yer