. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . man done tell him dat he better keep his eye open de fack dat his ol oman done tell im fo he lefyhome dat he better keep his eye open, kaze BrerRabbit gwineter run a rig on im. He tuck a runnin start, he did, an he wentthoo de bushes an de vines like he wuz runnin araee. He run an he come back a-runnin, an herun back, an dat time he struck sumpn wid his BROTHER RABBITS LAUGHING-PLACE 71 head. He try ter dodge it, but he seed it too late,an he wuz gwine too fas. He struck it, he did,an time he do dat, he fetched a howl dat youmight a h
. Told by Uncle Remus : new stories of the old plantation . man done tell him dat he better keep his eye open de fack dat his ol oman done tell im fo he lefyhome dat he better keep his eye open, kaze BrerRabbit gwineter run a rig on im. He tuck a runnin start, he did, an he wentthoo de bushes an de vines like he wuz runnin araee. He run an he come back a-runnin, an herun back, an dat time he struck sumpn wid his BROTHER RABBITS LAUGHING-PLACE 71 head. He try ter dodge it, but he seed it too late,an he wuz gwine too fas. He struck it, he did,an time he do dat, he fetched a howl dat youmight a hearn a mile, an atter dat, he hollerdyap, yap, yap, an ouch, ouch, ouch, an vow,vow, yow, an whiles dis wuz gwine on Brer Rab-bit wuz thumpin de ground wid his behinie foot,an laughinfit ter Fox runr o u n anr o u n , a n kep on snap-pin at his-sef an doinlike he wuztry in fer tertar his hide _-off. He run,an he roll, 5 11 An dat time he struck sumpmi-id his head an holler, an fall, an squall twell it look like hewuz havin forty-levin duck 72 TOLD BY UNCLE REMUS He got still atter while, but de mo stiller hegot, de wuss he looked. His head wuz all swell up,an he look like he been run over in de road by afo-mule waggin. Brer Rabbit low, I m gladyou had sech a good time, Brer Fox; I 11 hatterfetch you out agin. You sho done like you wuzhavin fun. Brer Fox aint say a word; he wuz toomad fer ter talk. He des sot aroun an lick hissefan try ter git his har straight. Brer Rabbit low, You ripped aroun in dar twel I wuz skeerd youwuz gwine ter hurt yosef,anI blieve in rny soulyou done gone an bump yo head agin a tree,kaze its all swell up. You better go home, BrerFox, an let yo ol onian poultice you up. Brer Fox show his tushes, an say, You saiddiswuza laughin-place. Brer Rabbit low, I saidtwuz my laughin-place, anIll say it agin. Whatyou reckon I been doin all dis time? Aint youhear me laughin? An what you been doin? Ihear you makin a mighty fuss in dar, an I say termy
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