DERE wuz nudder man dat sorter play it sharp on Brer Rabbit,
said Uncle Remus, as, by some mysterious process, he twisted a
hogs bristle into the end of a piece of threadan operation which
the little boy watched with great interest. In dem days, continued
the old man, de creeturs kyard on marters same ez fokes. Dey
went inter fahmin, en I speck ef de troof wuz ter come out, dey
kep sto, en had der camp-meetin times en der bobbycues wen de
wedder wuz greeble.
Uncle Remus evidently thought that the little boy wouldnt like to
hear of any further discomfiture of Brer Rabbit, who had come to
be a sort of hero, and he was not mistaken.
I thought the Terrapin was the only one that fooled the Rabbit,
said the little boy, dismally.
Hits des like I tell you, honey. Dey aint no smart man, cep wat
deys a smarter. Ef ole Brer Rabbit hadnt er got kotch up wid, de
nabers ud er took im for a hant, en in dem times dey bunt witches
fo you could squinch yo eyeballs. Dey did dat.
Who fooled the Rabbit this time? the little boy asked.
When Uncle Remus had the bristle sot in the thread, he
proceeded with the story:
One time Brer Rabbit en ole Brer Buzzard cluded deyd sorter go
snacks, en crop tergedder. Hit wuz a mighty good year, en de truck
tun out monstus well, but bimeby, wen de time come fer dividjun,
hit come ter light dat ole Brer Buzzard aint got nuthin. De crop
wuz all gone, en dey want nuthin dar fer ter show fer it. Brer
Rabbit, he make like he in a wuss fixn Brer Buzzard, en he mope
roun, he did, like he feard dey gwineter sell im out.
Brer Buzzard, he aint sayin nuthin, but he keep up a monstus
thinkin, en one day he come long en holler en tell Brer Rabbit dat
he done fine rich gole-mine des cross de river.
You come en go longer me, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer Tukky
Buzzard, sezee. Ill scratch en you kin grabble, en tween de two un
us well make short wuk er dat gole-mine, sezee.
Brer Rabbit, he wuz high up fer de job, but he study en study, he
did, how he gwinter git cross de water, kaze evy time he git his
foot wet all de fambly kotch cole. Den he upn ax Brer Buzzard
how he gwine do, en Brer Buzzard he upn say dat he kyar Brer
Rabbit cross, en wid dat ole Brer Buzzard, he squot down, he did,
en spread his wings, en Brer Rabbit, he mounted, en up dey riz.
There was a pause.
What did the Buzzard do then? asked the little boy.
Dey riz, continued Uncle Remus, en wen dey lit, dey lit in de
top er de highest sorter pine, en de pine wat dey lit in wuz growin
on er ilun, en de ilun wuz in de middle er de river, wid de deep
water runnin all roun. Dey aint mon lit fo Brer Rabbit, he know
wich way de win uz blowin, en by de time ole Brer Buzzard got
hissef ballunce on a lim, Brer Rabbit, he upn say, sezee:
Wiles we er resn here, Brer Buzzard, en beins you bin so good, I
got sumpn fer ter tell you, sezee. I got a gole-mine er my own,
one wat I make mysef, en I speck we better go back ter mine fo
we bodder longer yone, sezee.
Den ole Brer Buzzard, he laff, he did, twel he shake, en Brer
Rabbit, he sing out:
Hole on, Brer Buzzard! Dont flop yo wings wen you laff, kaze
den if you duz, sumpn ill drap fum up yer, en my gole-mine wont
do you no good, en needer will yone do me no good.
But fo dey got down furn dar, Brer Rabbit done tole all bout de
crop, en he hatter promeus fer ter vide far en squar. So Brer
Buzzard, he kyar im back, en Brer Rabbit he walk weak in de
knees a mont atterwuds.