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MR. Fox IS AGAIN VICTIMIZED.
W H EN “Miss Sally's” little boy went to
V Uncle Remus the next night to hear the conclusion of the adventure in which the Rabbit made a riding-horse of the Fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of Miss Meadows and the girls, he found the old man in a bad humour.
“ I ain't tellin' no tales ter bad chilluns," said Uncle Remus curtly.
“But, Uncle Remus, I ain't bad,” said the little boy plaintively.
“Who dat chunkin' dem chickens dis mawnin'? Who dat knockin' out fokes's eyes wid dat Yallerbammer sling des 'fo' dinner? Who dat sickin' dat pinter puppy atter my pig ? Who dat scatterin' my ingun sets? Who dat flingin rocks on top er my house, w'ich a little
darted out, and in a few minutes came running back with his pockets full and his hands full.
"I lay yo' mammy'll 'spishun dat de rats' stummucks is widenin' in dis naberhood w'en she come fer ter count up 'er cakes,” said Uncle Remus, with a chuckle. “Deze," he continued, dividing the cakes into two equal parts “deze I'll tackle now, en deze I'll lay by fer Sunday.
“Lemme see. I mos' dis'member wharbouts Brer Fox en Brer Rabbit wuz."
“ The rabbit rode the fox to Miss Meadows's, and hitched him to the horse-rack," said the little boy.
"W'y co'se he did,” said Uncle Remus. “Co’se he did. Well, Brer Rabbit rid Brer Fox up, he did, en tied 'im to de rack, en den sot out in de peazzer wid de gals a smokin' er his seegyar wid mo' proudness dan wa't you mos' ever see. Dey talk, en dey sing, en dey play on de peanner, de gals did, twel bimeby hit come time fer Brer Rabbit fer to be gwine, en he tell um all good-by, en strut out to de hoss-rack same's ef he wuz de king er de
patter-rollers,' en den he mount Brer Fox en ride off.
“ Brer Fox ain't sayin' nuthin' 'tall. He des rack off, he did, en keep his mouf shet, en Brer Rabbit know'd der wuz bizness cookin' up fer him, en he feel monstus skittish. Brer Fox amble on twel he git in de long lane, outer sight er Miss Meadows's house, en den he tu'n loose, he did. He rip en he r’ar, en he cuss, en he swar; he snort en he cavort.”
" What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus ?” the little boy inquired.
“He wuz tryin' fer ter fling Brer Rabbit off'n his back, bless yo' soul! But he des might ez well er rastle wid his own shadder. Every time he hump hisse'f Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers in ’im, en dar dey had it, up en down. Brer Fox fa’rly to’up de groun', he did, en he jump so high en he jump so quick dat he mighty nigh snatch his own tail off.
Patrols. In the country districts, order was kept on the plantations at night by the knowledge that they were liable to be visited at any moment by the patrols. Hence a song current among the negroes, the chorus of which was : : “Run, nigger, run; patter-roller ketch you— Run, nigger, run; hit's almos' day.”
Dey kep' on gwine on dis way twel bimeby Brer Fox lay down en roll over, he did, en dis sorter onsettle Brer Rabbit, but by de time Brer Fox got back on his footses agin, Brer Rabbit wuz gwine thoo de underbresh mo' samer dan a race-hoss. Brer Fox he lit out atter ’im, he did, en he push Brer Rabbit só close dat it wuz 'bout all he could do fer ter git in a holler tree. Hole too little fer Brer Fox fer ter git in, en he hatter lay down en res' en gedder his mine tergedder.
“While he wuz layin' dar, Mr. Buzzard come floppin' long, en seein' Brer Fox stretch out on de groun', he lit en view de premusses. Den Mr. Buzzard sorter shake his wing, en put his head on one side, en say to hisse'f like, sezee :
“ • Brer Fox dead, en I so sorry,' sezee.
“No I ain't dead, nudder,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. “I got ole man Rabbit pent up in yer,' sezee, ‘en I'm a gwineter git 'im dis time ef it take twel Chris’mus,' sezee.
“Den, atter some mo' palaver, Brer Fox make a bargain dat Mr. Buzzard wuz ter watch de hole, en keep Brer Rabbit dar wiles Brer