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But 'twan't no year, an 'twan't no mont', en mo'n dat, hit wa'n't skasely a week, w'en bimeby one day Brer B'ar wuz gwine home fum de takin' un a bee-tree, en lo en behol's, who should he see but ole Brer Bull-frog settin' out on de aidge er de mud-muddle fas' 'sleep! Brer B'ar drap his axe, he did, en crope up, en retch out wid his paw, en scoop ole Brer Bull-frog in des dis away."
Bimeby dey 'gun ter git kinder familious wid wunner nudder like dey useter, en it got so Brer Fox'd call on Brer Rabbit, en dey'd set up en smoke der pipes, dey would, like no ha'sh feelin's 'd ever rested 'twixt um.
"Wot things?" inquired Vada. "M'lasses," said Jamie, with tearful eyes. Again Sunny felt the crisis, but he carried the situation with a firm hand. "Bimeby, laddie," he said cheerfully. "Meanwhiles we'll jest have a wash all round." And forthwith he set the wash-bowl ready and filled it with warm water.
Buzzard, he tuck up his stan' at de hole. Bimeby, w'en all git still, Brer Rabbit sorter scramble down close ter de hole, he did, en holler out: "'Brer Fox! Oh! Brer Fox! "Brer Fox done gone, en nobody say nuthin'. Den Brer Rabbit squall out like he wuz mad; sezee: "'You needn't talk less you wanter, sezee; 'I knows you er dar, en I ain't keerin', sezee.
The captive waited until she was sure they were beyond sight and hearing, and then she stepped forth again. "Let us hurry," said she, eagerly. "There may be others near." "Yaw, but don't push me over on mine nose." "Oh! if she awakes, or we are seen!" "She won't do dat. She shleeps till morning, and bimeby I shleeps too, and won't wake up afore she does."
Bimeby we came to the woods round the cabin, and Jap Kemp made me stick alongside Long Bill, and he sent the men off in different directions all in a big circle, and waited till each man was in his place, and then we all rode hard as we could and came softly up round that cabin just as the sun was goin' down.
Me fella me savvee talk along white man. "Before long time altogether no place he stop. God big fella marster belong white man, him fella He make 'm altogether. God big fella marster belong white man, He make 'm big fella garden. He good fella too much. "Bimeby God big fella marster belong white man He make 'm one fella man and put 'm along garden belong Him. He call 'm this fella man Adam.
Monday mawnin' he'd git on a spree, en all dat week he'd be on a spree, en de nex' Monday mawnin' he'd take a fresh start. Bimeby, one day, atter de blacksmif bin spreein''roun' en cussin' might'ly, he hear a sorter rustlin' fuss at de do', en in walk de Bad Man." "Who, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked.
Norinne, she is ver' happy, too, and Marie bite on my finger, and I give him sugar-stick to suck. "Bimeby Norinne say to me, ver' soft: 'If a hailstorm or a hot wind come, that is the end of it all, and of my poor Gal. "What I do?
Good old creeter! I wuzn't goin' to have him run at this late day, and run down his own streets too. But ag'in Josiah hurried me on'ards. And bimeby we found ourselves a standin' in front of a kind of a lonesome lookin' house, big and square, with tall pillows in front. It wuz a standin' back as if it wuz a kinder a drawin' back from company, in a square yard all dark and shady with tall trees.
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