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heap en set her afier, en all han's try ter jump over, en de one w’at fall in, den he de chap w’at stole de butter. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox dey bofe 'gree, dey did, en dey whirl in en b'il de bresh-heap, en dey b’il her high en dey b'il' her wide, en den dey totch her off. W'en she got ter blazin' up good, Brer Rabbit, he tuck de fus turn. He sorter step back, en look 'roun' en giggle, en over he went mo' samer dan a bird flyin'. Den come Brer Fox. He got back little fudder, en spit on his han's, en lit out en made de jump, en he come so nigh gittin' in dat de een' er his tail kotch afier. Ain't you never see no fox, honey ?” inquired Uncle Remus, in a tone that implied both conciliation and information.

The little boy thought probably he had, but he wouldn't commit himself.

“Well, den,” continued the old man, “nex' time you see one un um, you look right close en see ef de een' er his tail ain't w’ite. - Hit's des like I tell you. Dey b'ars de skyar er dat bresh-heap down ter dis day. Dey er marked—dat's w’at dey is--dey er marked.”

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“And what about Brother Possum ?” asked the little boy.

“Ole Brer Possum, he tuck a runnin' start, he did, en he come lumberin' 'long, en he litkerblam right in de middle er de fier, en dat wuz de las' er ole Brer Possum."

“ But, Uncle Remus, Brother Possum didn't steal the butter after all,” said the little boy, who was not at all satisfied with such summary injustice.

Dat w’at make I say w'at I hoz ud, ney. In dis worril, lots er fokes is gotter suffer fer udder fokes' sins. Look like hit's mighty onwrong; but hit's des dat away. Tribbalashun seem like she's a waitin' roun' de cornder fer ter ketch one en all un us, honey."

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MR. RABBIT FINDS HIS MATCH AT LAST.

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FIT look like ter me dat I let on de

udder night dat in dem days w’en de beastesses wuz santer'n 'roun' same like fokes, none un um wuz brash nuff fer ter ketch up wid Brer Rabbit,” remarked Uncle Remus, reflectively.

“Yes,” replied the little boy, " that's what

you said.

Well, den," continued the old man with unction, “ dar's whar my 'membunce gin out, kaze Brer Rabbit did git kotched up wid, en hit cool 'im off like po'in' spring water on one er deze yer biggity fices."

· How was that, Uncle Remus ?” asked the little boy.

“One day w'en Brer Rabbit wuz gwine lippity-clippitin' down de road, he meet up wid

ole Brer Tarrypin, en atter dey pass de time er day wid wunner nudder, Brer Rabbit, he 'low dat he wuz much 'blije ter Brer Tarrypin fer de han'he tuck in de rumpus dat day down at Miss Meadows's.”

" When he dropped off of the water-shelf on the Fox's head," suggested the little boy.

“Dat's de same time, honey. Den Brer Rabbit 'low dat Brer Fox run mighty fas' dat day, but dat ef he'd er bin atter 'im stidder Brer Rabbit, he'd er kotch 'im. Brer Rabbit say he could er kotch 'im hisse'f but he didn't keer 'bout leavin' de ladies. Dey keep on talkin', dey did, twel bimeby dey gotter 'sputin' 'bout w'ich wuz de swif'es'. Brer Rabbit, he say he kin outrun Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Tarrypin, he des vow dat he kin outrun Brer Rabbit. Up en down dey had it, twel fus' news you know Brer Tarrypin say he got a fifty-dollar bill in de chink er de chimbly at home, en dat bill done tole 'im dat he could beat Brer Rabbit in a fa'r race. Den Brer Rabbit say he got a fifty-dollar bill w'at say dat he kin leave Brer Tarrypin so fur behime, dat he could sow barley ez he went ’long en

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hit 'ud be ripe nuff fer ter cut by de time Brer Tarrypin pass dat way.

“Enny how dey make de bet en put up de money, en Brer Tukky Buzzard, he wuz summonzd fer ter be de jedge, en de stakeholder ; en 'twan't long 'fo' all de 'rangements wuz made. De race wuz a five-mile heat, en de groun' wuz medjud off, en at de een' er ev'ey mile a pos' wuz stuck up. Brer Rabbit wuz ter run down de big road, en Brer Tarrypin, he say he'd gallup thoo de woods. Fokes tole 'im he could git long faster in de road, but ole Brer Tarrypin, he know w’at he doin'. Miss Meadows en de gals en mos' all de nabers got win' er de fun, en w'en de day wuz sot dey 'termin' fer ter be on han'. Brer Rabbit he train hisse'f ev’ey day, en he skip over de groun' des ez gayly ez a June cricket. Ole Brer Tarrypin, he lay low in de swamp. He had a wife en th’ee chilluns, ole Brer Tarrypin did, en dey wuz all de ve'y spit en image er de ole man. Ennybody w'at know one fum de udder gotter take a spy-glass, en den dey er li’ble fer ter git fooled.

“ Dat’s de way marters stan'twel de day er

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