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hick’ries, en de way he play rap-jacket wuz a caution ter de naberhood. Brer Fox, he juk en he jump, en he squeal en he squall, but Mr. Man, he shower down on 'im, he did, like fightin' a red was’-nes'.'

The little boy laughed, and Uncle Remus supplemented this endorsement of his descriptive powers

with a most infectious chuckle. Bimeby,” continued the old man, switches, dey got frazzle out, en Mr. Man, he put out atter mo', en w'en he done got fa’rly outer yearin', Brer Rabbit, he show'd up, he did, kaze he des bin hidin' out in de bushes lis'nin' at de racket, en he 'low hit mighty funny dat Miss Meadows ain't come 'long, kaze he done bin down ter de doctor house, en dat's fudder dan de preacher, yit. Brer Rabbit make like he hurr'in' on home, but Brer Fox, he open up, he did, en he say:

“I thank you fer ter tu'n me loose, Brer Rabbit, en I'll be 'blije,' sezee, 'kaze

you

done tie me up so tight dat it make my head swim, en I don't speck I'd las' fer ter git ter Miss Meadows's,' sezee.

“ Brer Rabbit, he sot down sorter keerless

like, en begin fer ter scratch one year like a man studyin' 'bout sump'n.

* Dat's so, Brer Fox,' sezee, you duz look sorter stove up. Look like sump'n bin onkoamin' yo' ha’rs,' sezee.

“ Brer Fox ain't sayin' nothin, but Brer Rabbit, he keep on talkin':

Dey ain't no bad feelin's 'twix' us, is dey, Brer Fox ? Kaze if dey is, I ain't got no time fer ter be tarryin' 'roun' yer.'

Brer Fox say w’ich he don't have no onfrennelness, en wid dat Brer Rabbit cut Brer Fox loose des in time fer ter hear Mr. Man w’isserlin

up his dogs, en one went one way en de udder went nudder.”

XXX.

How MR. RABBIT SUCCEEDED IN RAISING A

Dust.

“ I N dem times,” said Uncle Remus, gazing

I admiringly at himself in a fragment of looking-glass, “ Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en dem yuther beas's go co’tin' en sparklin' 'roun' de naberhood mo' samer dan folks. 'Twan't no · Lemme a hoss,' ner · Fetch me my buggy,' but dey des up'n lit out en tote deyse'f. Dar's ole Brer Fox, he des wheel 'roun' en fetch his flank one swipe wid 'is tongue en he'd be koam up; en Brer Rabbit, he des spit on his han' en twis' it 'roun' 'mongst de roots un his years en his ha'r'd be roach. Dey wuz dat flirtashus,” continued the old man, closing one eye at his image in the glass, “ dat Miss Meadows en de gals don't see no peace fum one week een' ter de udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, en

Friday wuz same as Chuseday, en hit come down ter dat pass dat w'en Miss Meadows ’ud

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have chicken-fixins fer dinner, in 'ud drap Brer Fox en Brer Possum, en w'en she'd have fried

greens in 'ud pop ole Brer Rabbit, twel 'las' Miss Meadows, she tuck'n tell de gals dat she be dad-blame ef she gwineter keep no tavvun. So dey fix it up 'mong deyse'f, Miss Meadows en de gals did, dat de nex' time de gents call dey'd gin um a game. De gents, dey wuz a co'tin', but Miss Meadows, she don't wanter marry none un um, en needer duz de gals, en likewise dey don't wanter have um pester'n 'roun'. Las', one Chuseday, Miss Meadows, she tole um dat ef dey come down ter her house de nex' Sat’day evenin', de whole caboodle un um 'ud

go

down de road a piece, whar der wuz a big flint rock, en de man w'at could take a sludge-hammer en knock de dus' out'n dat rock, he wuz de man w’at 'ud git de pick er de gals. Dey all say dey gwine do it, but ole Brer Rabbit, he crope off whar der wuz a cool place under some jimson weeds, en dar he sot wukkin his mind how he gwineter git dus' out'n dat rock. Bimeby, w'ile he wuz a settin' dar, up he jump en crack his heels tergedder en sing out : “Make a bow ter de Buzzard en den ter de Crow,

Takes a limber-toe gemmun fer ter jump Jim Crow,' en wid dat he put out for Brer Coon house en

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