Fox say he git de saddle.  Brer Rabbit say he can’t set in saddle less he have bridle fer ter hol’ by.  Brer Fox say he git de bridle.  Brer Rabbit say he can’t ride widout bline bridle, kaze Brer Fox be shyin’ at stumps long de road, en fling ’im off.  Brer Fox say he git bline bridle.  Den Brer Rabbit say he go.  Den Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit mos’ up ter Miss Meadows’s, en den he could git down en walk de balance er de way.  Brer Rabbit ’greed, en den Brer Fox lipt out atter de saddle en de bridle.

“Co’se Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox wuz fixin’ fer ter play, en he ‘termin’ fer ter outdo ’im, en by de time he koam his ha’r en twis’ his mustarsh, en sorter rig up, yer come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle on, en lookin’ ez peart ez a circus pony.  He trot up ter de do’ en stan’ dar pawin’ de ground en chompin’ de bit same like sho ’nuff hoss, en Brer Rabbit he mount, he did, en dey amble off.  Brer Fox can’t see behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel Brer Rabbit raise one er his foots.

“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’ sezee.

“‘Short’nin’ de lef stir’p, Brer Fox,’ sezee.

“Bimeby Brer Rabbit raise up de udder foot.

“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’ sezee.

“‘Pullin’ down my pants, Brer Fox,’ sezee.

“All de time, bless grashus, honey, Brer Rabbit wer’ puttin’ on his spurrers, en w’en dey got close to Miss Meadows’s, whar Brer Rabbit wuz to git off, en Brer Fox made a motion fer ter stan’ still, Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers into Brer Fox flanks, en you better b’leeve he got over groun’.  W’en dey got ter de house, Miss Meadows en all de gals wuz settin’ on de peazzer, en stidder stoppin’ at de gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by, he did, en den come gallopin’ down de road en up ter de hoss-rack, w’ich he hitch Brer Fox at, en den he santer inter de house, he did, en shake han’s wid de gals, en set dar, smokin’ his seegyar same ez a town man.  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.

“En den Brer Rabbit sorter grin, he did, en de gals giggle, en Miss Meadows, she praise up de pony, en dar wuz Brer Fox hitch fas’ ter de rack, en couldn’t he’p hisse’f.”

“Is that all, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy as the old man paused.

“Dat ain’t all, honey, but ’twon’t do fer ter give out too much cloff fer ter cut one pa’r pants,” replied the old man sententiously.

VII.  MR. FOX IS AGAIN VICTIMIZED

When “Miss Sally’s” little boy went to Uncle Remus the next night to hear the conclusion of the adventure in which the Rabbit made a riding-horse of the Fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of Miss Meadows and the girls, he found the old man in a bad humor.