"Brer Rabbit ain"t 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 col" en stiff. Brer Fox, he look at Brer Rabbit, en he sorter study. Atter while he onslung his game-bag, en say ter hisse"f, sezee:
""Deze yer rabbits gwine ter was"e. I"ll des "bout leave my game yer, en I"ll go back"n git dat udder rabbit, en I"ll make fokes b"leeve dat I"m ole man Hunter fum Huntsville," sezee.
"En wid dat he drapt his game en loped back up de road atter de udder rabbit, en w"en he got outer sight, ole Brer Rabbit, he s.n.a.t.c.h 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 back:
""I kotch a han"ful er hard sense, Brer Rabbit," sezee.
"Den ole Brer Rabbit, he laff, he did, en up en "spon", sezee: "Ef I"d a know"d you wuz atter dat, Brer Fox, I"d a loant you some er mine," sezee."
XVI. OLD MR. RABBIT, HE"S A GOOD FISHERMAN
"BRER RABBIT en Brer Fox wuz like some chilluns w"at I knows un," said Uncle Remus, regarding the little boy, who had come to hear another story, with an affectation of great solemnity. "Bofe un um wuz allers atter wunner nudder, a prankin" en a pesterin"
"roun", but Brer Rabbit did had some peace, kaze Brer Fox done got skittish "bout puttin" de clamps on Brer Rabbit.
"One day, w"en Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer c.o.o.n, en Brer B"ar, en a whole lot un um wuz clearin" up a new groun" fer ter plant a roas"n"-year patch, de sun gun ter git sorter hot, en Brer Rabbit he got tired; but he didn"t let on, kaze he fear"d de balance un um"d call "im lazy, en he keep on totin" off trash en pilin" up bresh, twel bimeby he holler out dat he gotter brier in his han", en den he take"n slip off, en hunt fer cool place fer ter res". Atter w"ile he come crosst a well wid a bucket hangin"
in it.
""Dat look cool," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, "en cool I speck she is. I"ll des "bout git in dar en take a nap," en wid dat in he jump, he did, en he ain"t no sooner fix hisse"f dan de bucket "gun ter go down."
"Wasn"t the Rabbit scared, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Honey, dey ain"t been no wusser skeer"d beas" sence de worl"
begin dan dish yer same Brer Rabbit. He fa"rly had a agur. He know whar he c.u.m fum, but he dunner whar he gwine. Dreckly he feel de bucket hit de water, en dar she sot, but Brer Rabbit he keep mighty still, kaze he dunner w"at minnit gwineter be de nex". He des lay dar en shuck en shiver.
"Brer Fox allers got one eye on Brer Rabbit, en w"en he slip off fum de new groun", Brer Fox he sneak atter "im. He know Brer Rabbit wuz atter some projick er nudder, en he tuck"n crope off, he did, en watch "im. Brer Fox see Brer Rabbit come to de well en stop, en den he see "im jump in de bucket, en den, lo en behol"s, he see "im go down outer sight. Brer Fox wuz de mos" "stonish Fox dat you ever laid eyes on. He sot off dar in de bushes en study en study, but he don"t make no head ner tails ter dis kinder bizness. Den he say ter hisse"f, sezee:
""Well, ef dis don"t bang my times," sezee, "den Joe"s dead en Sal"s a widder. Right down dar in dat well Brer Rabbit keep his money hid, en ef "tain"t dat den he done gone en "skiver"d a gole-mine, en ef "tain"t dat, den I"m a gwineter see w"at"s in dar," sezee.
"Brer Fox crope up little nigher, he did, en lissen, but he don"t year no fuss, en he keep on gittin" nigher, en yit he don"t year nuthin". Bimeby he git up close en peep down, but he don"t see nuthin" en he don"t year nuthin". All dis time Brer Rabbit mighty nigh skeer"d outen his skin, en he fear"d fer ter move kaze de bucket might keel over en spill him out in de water. W"ile he sayin" his pra"rs over like a train er kyars runnin", ole Brer Fox holler out:
""Heyo, Brer Rabbit! Who you wizzitin" down dar?" sezee.
""Who? Me? Oh, I"m des a fishin", Brer Fox," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. "I des say ter myse"f dat I"d sorter sprize you all wid a mess er fishes fer dinner, en so here I is, en dar"s de fishes.
I"m a fishin" fer suckers, Brer Fox," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
""Is dey many un um down dar, Brer Rabbit?" sez Brer Fox, sezee.
""Lots un um, Brer Fox; scoze en scoze un um. De water is natchully "live wid um. Come down en he"p me haul um in, Brer Fox," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
""How I gwineter git down, Brer Rabbit?"
""Jump inter de bucket, Brer Fox. Hit"ll fetch you down all safe en soun"."
"Brer Rabbit talk so happy en talk so sweet dat Brer Fox he jump in de bucket, he did, en, ez he went down, co"se his weight pull Brer Rabbit up. W"en dey pa.s.s one nudder on de half-way growl", Brer Rabbit he sing out:
""Good-by, Brer Fox, take keer yo" cloze, Fer dis is de way de worl" goes; Some goes up en some goes down, You"ll git ter de bottom all safe en soun"." *1
"W"en Brer Rabbit got out, he gallop off en tole de fokes w"at de well blong ter dat Brer Fox wuz down in dar muddyin" up de drinkin" water, en den he gallop back ter de well, en holler down ter Brer Fox:
""Ye come a man wid a great big gun--W"en he haul you up, you jump en run.""
"What then, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy, as the old man paused.
"In des "bout half "n hour, honey, bofe un um wuz back in de new groun" wukkin" des like dey never heer"d er no well, ceppin" dat eve"y now"n den Brer Rabbit"d bust out in er laff, en old Brer Fox, he"d git a spell er de dry grins."
*1 As a Northern friend suggests that this story may be somewhat obscure, it may be as well to state that the well is supposed to be supplied with a rope over a wheel, or pulley, with a bucket at each end.
XVII. MR. RABBIT NIBBLES UP THE b.u.t.tER
""DE animils en de creeturs," said Uncle Remus, shaking his coffee around in the bottom of his tin-cup, in order to gather up all the sugar, "dey kep" on gittin" mo" en mo" familious wid wunner nudder, twel bimeby, "twan"t long "fo" Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum got ter sorter bunchin" der perwishuns tergedder in de same shanty. Atter w"ile de roof sorter "gun ter leak, en one day Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum, "semble fer ter see ef dey can"t kinder patch her up. Dey had a big day"s work in front un um, en dey fotch der dinner wid um.
Dey lump de vittles up in one pile, en de b.u.t.ter w"at Brer Fox brung, dey goes en puts in de spring-"ouse fer ter keep cool, en den dey went ter wuk, en "twan"t long "fo" Brer Rabbit"s stummuck "gun ter sorter growl en pester "im. Dat b.u.t.ter er Brer Fox sot heavy on his mine, en his mouf water eve"y time he "member "bout it. Present"y he say ter hisse"f dat he bleedzd ter have a nip at dat b.u.t.ter, en den he lay his plans, he did. Fus" news you know, w"ile dey wuz all wukkin" long, Brer Rabbit raise his head quick en fling his years forerd en holler out:
""Here I is. W"at you want wid me?" en off he put like sump"n wuz atter "im.
"He sallied "roun", ole Brer Rabbit did, en atter he make sho dat n.o.body ain"t foller"n un "im, inter de spring-"ouse he bounces, en dar he stays twel he git a bait er b.u.t.ter. Den he santer on back en go to wuk.
""Whar you bin?" sez Brer Fox, sezee.
""I hear my chilluns callin" me," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, "en I hatter go see w"at dey want. My ole "oman done gone en tuck mighty sick," sezee.
"Dey wuk on twel bimeby de b.u.t.ter tas"e so good dat ole Brer Rabbit want some mo". Den he raise up his head, he did, en holler out:
""Heyo! Hol" on! I"m a comin"!" en off he put.
"Dis time he stay right smart w"ile, en w"en he git back Brer Fox ax him whar he bin.
""I been ter see my ole "oman, en she"s a sinkin"," sezee.
"Dreckly Brer Rabbit hear um callin" "im ag"in en off he goes, en dis time, bless yo" soul, he gits de b.u.t.ter out so clean dat he kin see hisse"f in de bottom er de bucket. He sc.r.a.pe it clean en lick it dry, en den he go back ter wuk lookin" mo" samer dan a n.i.g.g.e.r w"at de patter-rollers bin had holt un.
""How"s yo" ole "oman dis time?" sez Brer Fox, sezee.
""I"m oblije ter you, Brer Fox," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, "but I"m fear"d she"s done gone by now," en dat sorter make Brer Fox en Brer Possum feel in mo"nin" wid Brer Rabbit.
"Bimeby, w"en dinner-time come, dey all got out der vittles, but Brer Rabbit keep on lookin" lonesome, en Brer Fox en Brer Possum dey sorter rustle roun" fer ter see ef dey can"t make Brer Rabbit feel sorter splimmy."
"What is that, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Sorter splimmy-splammy, honey--sorter like he in a crowd--sorter like his ole "oman ain"t dead ez she mout be. You know how fokes duz w"en dey gits whar people"s a moanin"."
The little boy didn"t know, fortunately for him, and Uncle Remus went on: