Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . , en he aint got no fier fer ter bun im, enhe git mighty pestered. Bimeby ole Brer Bull-frog,he sorter stop his cryin en his boo-hooin, en he up nsay: *Ef you gwineter kill me. Brer Bar, kyar me terdat big flat rock out dar on de aidge er de mill-pon,whar I kin see my fambly, en atter I see um, den youkin take you axe en sqush me. Dis look so far and squar dat Brer Bar he gree,en he take ole Brer Bull-frog by wunner his behimelegs, en sling his axe on his shouder, en off he put fer MR. BEAR CATCHES OLD MR. BULL-FROG 121 de big flat rock. When he git dar
Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings . , en he aint got no fier fer ter bun im, enhe git mighty pestered. Bimeby ole Brer Bull-frog,he sorter stop his cryin en his boo-hooin, en he up nsay: *Ef you gwineter kill me. Brer Bar, kyar me terdat big flat rock out dar on de aidge er de mill-pon,whar I kin see my fambly, en atter I see um, den youkin take you axe en sqush me. Dis look so far and squar dat Brer Bar he gree,en he take ole Brer Bull-frog by wunner his behimelegs, en sling his axe on his shouder, en off he put fer MR. BEAR CATCHES OLD MR. BULL-FROG 121 de big flat rock. When he git dar he lay Brer Bull-frog down on de rock, en Brer Bull-frog make like helookin roun fer his folks. Den Brer Bar, he drawlong breff en pick up his axe. Den he spit in hisbans en draw back en come down on de rock—powl Did he kill the Frog, Uncle Remus? asked thelittle boy, as the old man paused to scoop up athimbleful of glowing embers in his pipe. Deed, en dat he didnt, honey. Twix* de timewen Brer Bar raise up wid his axe en wen he come. down wid it, ole Brer Bull-frog he lipt up en dovedown in de mill-pon, kerblink-kerblunki En wen heriz way out in de pon he riz a singin, en dish yers desong wat he sing: Ingle-go-jang, my joy, my joy-Ingle-go-jang, my joy!Im right at home, my joy, my joy—Ingle-go-jang, my joyl 122 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION Thats a mighty funny song, said the little boy. Funny now, I speck/* said the old man, buVtwemt funny in dem days, en twouldnt be funnynow ef folks knowd much TDOut de Bull-frog lang-widge ez dey useter. Dats wat. XXV HOW MR. RABBIT LOST HIS FINE BUSHY TAIL One time, said Uncle Remus, sighing heavilyand settling himself back in his seat with an air ofmelancholy resignation—one time Brer Rabbit wuzgwine long down de road shakin his big bushy tail,en feelin des ez scrumpshus ez a bee-martin wid afresh bug. Here the old man paused and glanced atthe litde boy, but it was evident that the 3oungsterhad become so accustomed to the marvelous
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