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But de smoke en de ashes gwine up de chimbly got de best er Brer Rabbit, en bimeby he sneeze huckychow! "'Aha! sez Brer Fox, sezee; 'you er dar, is you? sezee. 'Well, I'm gwineter smoke you out, ef it takes a mont'. You er mine dis time, sezee. Brer Rabbit ain't Sayin' nuthin'. "'Ain't you comin' down? sez Brer Fox, sezee.
He do seem so onfeelin'. He loved that man bettah than anything on this yearth, an' I s'posed he'd take his death mighty hard; but what you reckon he said to me this mawnin'. I was i'onin' my black aidged handkerchief to take, when he says to me, sezee, 'What you want to put on mo'nin' for Rev'und Gawge for? He said to tell you all that he jus' gone through the toll-gate."
"'I's feelin' ez well ez a' ole nigger could feel w'at had los' his only son, en his main 'pen'ence in 'is ole age. "'But den my son wuz a bad boy, sezee, 'en I could n' 'spec' nuffin e'se. I tried ter l'arn him de arrer er his ways en make him go ter chu'ch en pra'r-meetin'; but it wa'n't no use.
De ole uns milk't en de young uns milk't, en den w'en dey done got nuff, Brer Rabbit, he up'n say, sezee: "'I wish you mighty well, Sis Cow. I 'low'd, bein's how dat you'd hatter sorter camp out all night dat I'd better come en swaje yo' bag, sezee." "Do which, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy. "Go long, honey! Swaje 'er bag.
Bimeby he draw in a long puff, en den let hit out in a cloud, en squar hisse'f back en holler out, he did: "'Ladies, ain't I done tell you Brer Fox wuz de ridin'-hoss fer our fambly? He sorter losin' his gait now, but I speck I kin fetch 'im all right in a mont' er so, sezee.
Brer Tarrypin done heerd 'im comin', en he 'low ter hisse'f dat he'd sorter keep one eye open; but Brer Fox wuz monstus perlite, en he open up de confab, he did, like he ain't see Brer Tarrypin sence de las' freshit. "'Heyo, Brer Tarrypin, whar you bin dis long-come-short? sez Brer Fox, sezee. "'Lounjun 'roun', Brer Fox, lounjun 'roun', sez Brer Tarrypin.
"He sallied 'roun', ole Brer Rabbit did, en atter he make sho dat nobody ain't foller'n un 'im, inter de spring-'ouse he bounces, en dar he stays twel he git a bait er butter. 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.
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.
''Errick was right and you know it. Give 'im a chanst, I says. 'Uish, sezee, 'don't you gimme no more of your jaw, or I'll knock your bloomin' eyes out. Well, wot can I do, 'Errick? But I tell you, I don't 'arf like it. It looks to me like the Sea Rynger over again." Still Herrick was silent. "Do you 'ear me speak?" asked Huish sharply. "You're pleasant, ain't you?"
"'He des dis minit pass, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en he look mighty sick, sezee. "En wid dat, Miss Cow tuck down de road like de dogs wuz atter er, en Brer Rabbit, he des lay down dar in de brier-patch en roll en laugh twel his sides hurtid 'im. He bleedzd ter laff. Fox atter 'im, Buzzard atter 'im, en Cow atter 'im, en dey ain't kotch 'im yet."
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