ATTER Brer Fox hear bout how Brer Rabbit done Brer Wolf,
said Uncle Remus, scratching his head with the point of his awl,
he low, he did, dat he better not be so brash, en he sorter let Brer
Rabbit lone. Dey wuz all time seein one nudder, en bunnunce er
times Brer Fox could er nab Brer Rabbit, but evey time he got de
chance, his mine ud sorter rezume bout Brer Wolf, en he let Brer
Rabbit lone. Bimeby dey gun ter git kinder familious wid wunner
nudder like dey useter, en it got so Brer Foxd call on Brer Rabbit,
en deyd set up en smoke der pipes, dey would, like no hash
feelins d ever rested twixt um.
Las, one day Brer Fox come long all rig out, en ax Brer Rabbit
fer ter go huntin wid im, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter feel lazy, en
he tell Brer Fox dat he got some udder fish fer ter fry. Brer Fox
feel mighty sorry, he did, but he say he bleeve he try his han enny
how, en off he put. He wuz gone all day, en he had a monstus
streak er luck, Brer Fox did, en he bagged a sight er game. Bimeby,
tords de shank er de evenin, Brer Rabbit sorter stretch hissef, he
did, en low hits mos time fer Brer Fox fer ter git long home. Den
Brer Rabbit, he wentn mounted a stump fer ter see ef he could
year Brer Fox comin. He aint bin dar long, twel sho fluff, yer
come Brer Fox thoo de woods, singing like a nigger at a frolic.
Brer Rabbit, he lipt down offn de stump, he did, en lay down in de
road en make like he dead. Brer Fox he come long, he did, en see
Brer Rabbit layin dar. He tun im over, he did, en zamine im, en
Dish yer rabbit dead. He look like he bin dead long time. He
dead, but he mighty fat. He de fattes rabbit wat I ever see, but he
bin dead too long. I feard ter take im home, sezee.
Brer Rabbit aint sayin nuthin. Brer Fox, he sorter lick his chops,
but he Went on en lef Brer Rabbit layin in de road. Dreckly he
wuz outer sight, Brer Rabbit, he jump up, he did, en run roun thoo
de Woods en git befo Brer Fox agin. Brer Fox, he come up, en dar
lay Brer Rabbit, periently cole en stiff. Brer Fox, he look at Brer
Rabbit, en he sorter study. Atter while he onslung his game-bag, en
say ter hissef, sezee:
Deze yer rabbits gwine ter wase. Ill des bout leave my game yer,
en Ill go backn git dat udder rabbit, en Ill make fokes leeve dat
Im ole man Hunter fum Huntsville, sezee.
En wid dat he drapt his game en loped back up de road atter de
udder rabbit, en wen he got outer sight, ole Brer Rabbit, he snatch
up Brer Fox game en put out fer home. Nex time he see Brer Fox
he holler out:
What you kill de udder day, Brer Fox? sezee.
Den Brer Fox, he sorter koam his flank wid his tongue, en holler
I kotch a hanful er hard sense, Brer Rabbit, sezee.
Den ole Brer Rabbit, he laff, he did, en up en spon, sezee:
Ef Id a knowd you wuz atter dat, Brer Fox, Id a loant you some er