“Las’, one day Brer Fox come ’long all rig out, en ax Brer Rabbit fer ter go huntin’ wid ’im, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter feel lazy, en he tell Brer Fox dat he got some udder fish fer ter fry.  Brer Fox feel mighty sorry, he did, but he say he bleeve he try his han’ enny how, en off he put.  He wuz gone all day, en he had a monstus streak er luck, Brer Fox did, en he bagged a sight er game.  Bimeby, to’rds de shank er de evenin’, Brer Rabbit sorter stretch hisse’f, he did, en ‘low hit’s mos’ time fer Brer Fox fer ter git ’long home.  Den Brer Rabbit, he went’n mounted a stump fer ter see ef he could year Brer Fox comin’.  He ain’t bin dar long, twel sho’ enuff, yer come Brer Fox thoo de woods, singing like a nigger at a frolic.  Brer Rabbit, he lipt down off’n de stump, he did, en lay down in de road en make like he dead.  Brer Fox he come ‘long, he did, en see Brer Rabbit layin’ dar.  He tu’n ’im over, he did, en ’zamine ’im, en say, sezee: 

“’Dish yer rabbit dead.  He look like he bin dead long time.  He dead, but he mighty fat.  He de fattes’ rabbit w’at I ever see, but he bin dead too long.  I feard ter take ‘im home,’ sezee.

“Brer Rabbit ain’t sayin’ nuthin’.  Brer Fox, he sorter lick his chops, but he went on en lef’ Brer Rabbit layin’ in de road.  Dreckly he wuz outer sight, Brer Rabbit, he jump up, he did, en run roun’ thoo de Woods en git befo Brer Fox agin.  Brer Fox, he come up, en dar lay Brer Rabbit, periently col’ en stiff.  Brer Fox, he look at Brer Rabbit, en he sorter study.  Atter while he onslung his game-bag, en say ter hisse’f, sezee: 

“’Deze yer rabbits gwine ter was’e.  I’ll des ’bout leave my game yer, en I’ll go back’n git dat udder rabbit, en I’ll make fokes b’leeve dat I’m ole man Hunter fum Huntsville,’ sezee.

“En wid dat he drapt his game en loped back up de road atter de udder rabbit, en w’en he got outer sight, ole Brer Rabbit, he snatch up Brer Fox game en put out fer home.  Nex’ time he see Brer Fox he holler out: 

“‘What you kill de udder day, Brer Fox?’ sezee.

“Den Brer Fox, he sorter koam his flank wid his tongue, en holler back: 

“‘I kotch a han’ful er hard sense, Brer Rabbit,’ sezee.

“Den ole Brer Rabbit, he laff, he did, en up en ‘spon’, sezee:  ’Ef I’d a know’d you wuz atter dat, Brer Fox, I’d a loant you some er mine,’ sezee.”

XVI.  OLD MR. RABBIT, HE’S A GOOD FISHERMAN

“Brer rabbit en Brer Fox wuz like some chilluns w’at I knows un,” said Uncle Remus, regarding the little boy, who had come to hear another story, with an affectation of great solemnity.  “Bofe un um wuz allers atter wunner nudder, a prankin’ en a pesterin’ ‘roun’, but Brer Rabbit did had some peace, kaze Brer Fox done got skittish ‘bout puttin’ de clamps on Brer Rabbit.