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"Dat made de Blue Jay kint er mad; an' sezee, 'Yer pyear ter tuck er mighty intrus' in 'im. "'Well, I dunno 'bout'n dat, sez Miss Robin, sez she, kinter lookin' shame. 'I dunno 'boutn dat; but, den I tink he's er mighty hansum bird, sez she.
"'Co'se, sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'w'en Brer Jack Sparrer tell me dat I flew up, I did, en I use some langwidge w'ich I'm mighty glad dey weren't no ladies 'round' nowhars so dey could hear me go on, sezee. "Brer Fox he sorter gap, he did, en say he speck he better be sa'nter'n on.
Dog talkin' ter hisse'f way off in de woods. "'Spozen he runs up on us, Brer Possum, w'at you gwineter do? sez Brer Coon, sezee. Brer Possum sorter laugh 'round de cornders un his mouf. "'Oh, ef he come, Brer Coon, I'm gwineter stan' by you, sez Brer Possum. 'W'at you gwineter do? sezee. "'Who? me? sez Brer Coon. 'Ef he run up onter me, I lay I give 'im one twis', sezee."
I'll show Miss Meadows en de gals dat I'm de boss er Brer Fox, sezee. "Jack Sparrer up in de tree, he hear Brer Rabbit, he did, en he sing out: "'I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox! Chick-a-biddy-win'-a-blowin'-acuns-fallin'! I'm gwine tell Brer Fox!"
"'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."
'No longer'n day 'fo' yistiddy, sezee, 'Brer Fox pass me on de road, en whatter you reckin he say? sezee: "'Law, Brer Tarrypin, sez Miss Meadows, sez she, 'you don't mean ter say he cusst? sez she, en den de gals hilt der fans up 'fo' der faces. "'Oh, no, ma'am, sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee, 'he didn't cusst, but he holler out "Heyo, Stinkin' Jim!" sezee. "'Oh, my!
'Now we're gwine it! sezee; an' pres'nly Nancy Jane O shot erhead clean befo' all de res', an' wen de birds dey seed dat de race wuz los', den dey all 'gun ter holler, "'Who on-tied, who on-tied Po' Nancy Jane O? An' de frog, he turnt roun, he did, an' he wave his han' roun' his head, an' he holler back, "'Pig-un-a-wa-ya, Pig-un-a-wa-ya, hooo-hooo!
He didn' let on at fus' lak he b'liebed Chloe, but w'en she tuk en showed 'im whar ter fin' de baby-doll, Mars' Dugal' tu'nt w'ite ez chalk. "'What debil's wuk is dis? sezee. 'No wonder de po' nigger's feet eetched. Sump'n got ter be done ter l'arn dat ole witch ter keep her han's off'n my niggers.
"'Marster, I l'arns dat it's a sin fer ter steal, er ter lie, er fer ter want w'at doan b'long ter yer; en I l'arns fer ter love de Lawd en ter 'bey my marster. "Mars Dugal' sorter smile' en laf' ter hisse'f, like he 'uz might'ly tickle' 'bout sump'n, en sezee: "'Doan 'pear ter me lack readin' de Bible done yer much harm, Dave. Dat's w'at I wants all my niggers fer ter know.
Man, he talk on: "'Hit's mighty big luck, sezee, 'ef w'en I ketch de chap w'at nibble my greens, likewise I ketch de feller w'at gnyaw my goose, sezee, en wid dat he let inter Brer Fox wid de hick'ries, en de way he play rap-jacket wuz a caution ter de naberhood. Brer Fox, he juk en he jump, en he squeal en he squall, but Mr. Man, he shower down on 'im, he did, like fightin' a red was'nes'."
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