Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . o ?:^.^ ^^(^ en de fus one fer ter miss it, en mo n dat. dar hang designs on his mouf. Brer Possum see dat dey got imjammed up in a cornder, en den he up en say dat deway fer ter ketch de man wat stole de butter is terbil a big bresh-heap en set her afier, en all bans tryter jump over, en de one wat fall in, den he de chapwat stole de butter. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox dey 86 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION bofe gree, dey did, en dey whirl in en biF de bresh-heap, en dey bil her high en dey bil her wide, enden dey totch her off. Wen she got ter blazin upgood
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . o ?:^.^ ^^(^ en de fus one fer ter miss it, en mo n dat. dar hang designs on his mouf. Brer Possum see dat dey got imjammed up in a cornder, en den he up en say dat deway fer ter ketch de man wat stole de butter is terbil a big bresh-heap en set her afier, en all bans tryter jump over, en de one wat fall in, den he de chapwat stole de butter. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox dey 86 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION bofe gree, dey did, en dey whirl in en biF de bresh-heap, en dey bil her high en dey bil her wide, enden dey totch her off. Wen she got ter blazin upgood, Brer Rabbit, he tuck de fus turn. He sorterstep back, en look roun en giggle, en over he wentmo samer dan a bird flyin. Den come Brer Fox. Hegot back little fudder, en spit on his bans, en lit outen made de jump, en he come so nigh gittin in datde een er his tail kotch afier. Aint you never see no. t r •A*^\s fox, honey? inquired Uncle Remus, in a tone thatimplied both conciliation and information. MR. RABBIT FINDS HIS MATCH AT LAST 87 The little boy thought probably he had, but hewouldnt commit himself. Well, den, continued the old man, nex time yousee one un um, you look right close en see ef de eener his tail aint wite. Hits des like I tell you. Deybars de skyar er dat bresh-heap down ter dis er marked—dats wat dey is—dey er marked. And what about Brother Possum? asked the littleboy. Ole Brer Possum, he tuck a runnin start, he did,en he come lumberin long, en he lit—kerblaml—right in de middle er de fier, en dat wuz de las er oleBrer Possum. But, Uncle Remus, Brother Possum didnt stealthe butter after all, said the little boy, who was notat all satisfied with such summaiy injustice. Dat wat make I say wat I duz, honey. In disworril, lots er fokes is gotter suffer fer udder fokessins. Look like hits mighty onwrong; but hits desdat away. Tribbalashun seem like
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