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"Atter I done tote him outer de cawn fiel' en thoo de bresh, den I begin ter peer roun' fer one er dese yer ambushes, but dere warn' nairy one un um dat warn' a-bulgin' a'ready. I d'clar dey des bulged twel dey sides 'mos' split.
Take dish yer sifter, en run down't de spring en fetch me some fresh water. "De little Rabbits, dey run down't de spring, en try ter dip up de water wid de sifter, but co'se hit all run out, en hit keep on runnin' out, twel bimeby de little Rabbits sot down en 'gun ter cry.
Hit start holler at de bottom, en stay holler plum der de top, en de honey's des natchully oozin' out, en ef you'll drap yo' 'gagements en go longer me, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'you'll git a bait dat'll las' you en yo' fambly twel de middle er nex' mont', sezee.
Dey perlaver'd dar, dey did, twel bimeby de Bad Man he up'n let 'im off n'er year. "Well, den, dat year pass same ez t'er one. Mont' in en mont' out dat man wuz rollin' in dram, en bimeby yer come de Bad Man. De blacksmif cry en he holler, en he rip 'roun' en t'ar his ha'r, but hit des like he didn't, kase de Bad Man grab 'im up en cram 'im in a bag en tote 'im off.
Dey sorter come on wid a col', like leas'ways dat's how I commence fer ter suffer, an' den er koff got straddle er de col' one dese yer koffs w'at look like hit goes ter de foundash'n. I kep' on linger'n' 'roun' sorter keepin' one eye on the rheumatiz an' de udder on de distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer ter feel de trestle-wuk give way, an' den I des know'd dat I wuz gwineter gitter racket.
"Lawd, Marse Dan, I'se done hyern dat soun' twel I'm plum sick er it," responded Big Abel, carefully measuring out a dose of arsenic, which had taken the place of quinine in a country where medicine was becoming as scarce as food. "You des swallow dis yer stuff right down en tu'n over en go fas' asleep agin." Taking the glass with trembling hands, Dan drained it eagerly.
"'Well, I'll go 'long, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en you kin jump fus' en den I'll come follerin' atter, sezee. "Wid dat dey put out, en dey went promernadin' 'roun' 'mong de cattle, dey did, twel bimeby dey struck up wid de one dey wuz atter. Sho nuff, in dey jump, en w'en dey got dar, Brer Fox, he say, sezee: "'You kin cut mos' ennywheres, Brer Rabbit, but don't cut 'roun' de haslett, sezee.
"'Ain' you evah gwine shut yo' eyes?" "Daisy, sing," said Fiddle. "I'se sung twel my th'oat's dry," said Daisy. And just then Mary came in. "Isn't she asleep, Daisy? I'll take her. Bannister's John is downstairs and wants to see you." "Well, I ain' wantin' to see him," Daisy tossed her head; "you jus' take Miss Fiddle whilst I goes down and settles him. I ain' dressed and I ain' ready, Miss Mary.
He used to bring me a pocketful of peanuts from every picking he went to." Delphy shook her head, her huge lips tightening. "He's down wid de purple headache," she replied gloomily, "twel he can't smell de diff'ence between er 'possum en er polecat.
Sukey'll finish up heah." "All right, Sukey." Peggy relinquished the task to the black, and started for the door, saying in a tone that Clifford might hear: "I will be out presently to see how thee gets along." "Ef I doan git erlong any fas'er dan you all dese dishes gwine ter be heah twel Chrismus," grumbled the darkey. "An' some-body's muss'd my floah."
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