“Hit seem lak dat in dem days Brer Rabbit en Brer Tarrypin done gone in cohoots fer ter outdo de t’er creeturs.  One time Brer Rabbit tuck’n make a call on Brer Tarrypin, but w’en he git ter Brer Tarrypin house, he year talk fum Miss Tarrypin dat her ole man done gone fer ter spen’ de day wid Mr. Mud-Turkle, w’ich dey wuz blood kin.  Brer Rabbit he put out atter Brer Tarrypin, en w’en he got ter Mr. Mud-Turkle house, dey all sot up, dey did, en tole tales, en den w’en twelf er’ clock come dey had crawfish fer dinner, en dey ’joy deyse’f right erlong.  Atter dinner dey went down ter Mr. Mud-Turkle mill-pon,’ en w’en dey git dar Mr. Mud-Turkle en Brer Tarrypin dey ‘muse deyse’f, dey did, wid slidin’ fum de top uv a big slantin’ rock down inter de water.

“I’speck you moughter seen rocks in de water ‘fo’ now, whar dey git green en slipp’y,” said Uncle Remus.

The little boy had not only seen them, but had found them to be very dangerous to walk upon, and the old man continued: 

“Well, den, dish yer rock wuz mighty slick en mighty slantin’.  Mr. Mud-Turkle, he’d crawl ter de top, en tu’n loose, en go a-sailin’ down inter de water—­kersplash! Ole Brer Tarrypin, he’d foller atter, en slide down inter de water—­kersplash! Ole Brer Rabbit, he sot off, he did, en praise um up.

“W’iles dey wuz a-gwine on dis a-way, a-havin’ der fun, en ‘joyin’ deyse’f, yer come ole Brer B’ar.  He year um laffin’ en holl’in’, en he hail um.

“’Heyo, folks!  W’at all dis?  Ef my eye ain’t ’ceive me, dish yer’s Brer Rabbit, en Brer Tarrypin, en ole Unk’ Tommy Mud-Turkle,’ sez Brer B’ar, sezee.

“‘De same,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, ’en yer we is ‘joyin’ de day dat passes des lak dey wa’n’t no hard times.’

“‘Well, well, well!’ sez ole Brer B’ar, sezee, ‘a-slippin’ en a-slidin’ en makin’ free!  En w’at de matter wid Brer Rabbit dat he ain’t j’inin’ in?’ sezee.

“Ole Brer Rabbit he wink at Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Tarrypin he hunch Mr. Mud-Turkle, en den Brer Rabbit he up’n ’low, he did: 

“’My goodness, Brer B’ar! you can’t ’speck a man fer ter slip en slide de whole blessid day, kin you?  I done had my fun, en now I’m a-settin’ out yer lettin’ my cloze dry.  Hit’s tu’n en tu’n about wid me en deze gents w’en dey’s any fun gwine on,’ sezee.

“‘Maybe Brer B’ar might jine in wid us,’ sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.

“Brer Rabbit he des holler en laff.

“‘Shoo!’ sezee, ’Brer B’ar foot too big en he tail too long fer ter slide down dat rock,’ sezee.

“Dis kinder put Brer B’ar on he mettle, en he up’n ‘spon’, he did: 

“‘Maybe dey is, en maybe dey ain’t, yit I ain’t a-feared ter try.’

“Wid dat de yuthers tuck’n made way fer ’im, en ole Brer B’ar he git up on de rock he did, en squot down on he hunkers, en quile he tail und’ ‘im, en start down.  Fus’ he go sorter slow, en he grin lak he feel good; den he go sorter peart, en he grin lak he feel bad; den he go mo’ pearter, en he grin lak he skeerd; den he strack de slick part, en, gentermens! he swaller de grin en fetch a howl dat moughter bin yeard a mile, en he hit de water lak a chimbly a-fallin’.