“One day w’en Brer Rabbit wuz gwine lippity-clippitin’ down de road, he meet up wid ole Brer Tarrypin, en atter dey pass de time er day wid wunner nudder, Brer Rabbit, he ’low dat he wuz much ‘blije ter Brer Tarrypin fer de han’ he tuck in de rumpus dat day down at Miss Meadows’s.”

“When he dropped off of the water-shelf on the Fox’s head,” suggested the little boy.

“Dat’s de same time, honey.  Den Brer Tarrypin ’low dat Brer Fox run mighty fas’ dat day, but dat ef he’d er bin atter ’im stidder Brer Rabbit, he’d er kotch ’im.  Brer Rabbit say he could er kotch ’im hisse’f but he didn’t keer ‘bout leavin’ de ladies.  Dey keep on talkin’, dey did, twel bimeby dey gotter ‘sputin’ ’bout w’ich wuz de swif’es’.  Brer Rabbit, he say he kin outrun Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Tarrypin, he des vow dat he kin outrun Brer Rabbit.  Up en down dey had it, twel fus news you know Brer Tarrypin say he got a fifty-dollar bill in de chink er de chimbly at home, en dat bill done tole ’im dat he could beat Brer Rabbit in a fa’r race.  Den Brer Rabbit say he got a fifty-dollar bill w’at say dat he kin leave Brer Tarrypin so fur behime, dat he could sow barley ez he went long en hit ’ud be ripe nuff fer ter cut by de time Brer Tarrypin pass dat way.

“Enny how dey make de bet en put up de money, en old Brer Tukkey Buzzard, he wuz summonzd fer ter be de jedge, en de stakeholder; en ’twan’t long ‘fo’ all de ’rangements wuz made.  De race wuz a five-mile heat, en de groun’ wuz medjud off, en at de een’ er eve’y mile a pos’ wuz stuck up.  Brer Rabbit wuz ter run down de big road, en Brer Tarrypin, he say he’d gallup thoo de woods.  Fokes tole ’im he could git long faster in de road, but ole Brer Tarrypin, he know w’at he doin’.  Miss Meadows en de gals en mos’ all de nabers got win’ er de fun, en wen de day wuz sot dey ‘termin’ fer ter be on han’.  Brer Rabbit he train hisse’f eve’y day, en he skip over de groun’ des ez gayly ez a June cricket.  Ole Brer Tarrypin, he lay low in de swamp.  He had a wife en th’ee chilluns, old Brer Tarrypin did, en dey wuz all de ve’y spit en image er de ole man.  Ennybody w’at know one fum de udder gotter take a spy-glass, en den dey er li’ble fer ter git fooled.

“Dat’s de way marters stan’ twel de day er de race, en on dat day, ole Brer Tarrypin, en his ole ’oman, en his th’ee chilluns, dey got up ‘fo’ sun-up, en went ter de place.  De ole ’oman, she tuck ‘er stan’ nigh de fus’ mile-pos’, she did, en de chilluns nigh de udders, up ter de las’, en dar old Brer Tarrypin, he tuck his stan’.  Bimeby, here come de fokes:  Jedge Buzzard, he come, en Miss Meadows en de gals, dey come, en den yer come Brer Rabbit wid ribbons tied ‘roun’ his neck en streamin’ fum his years.  De fokes all went ter de udder een’ er de track fer ter see how dey come out.  W’en de time come Jedge Buzzard strut ‘roun’ en pull out his watch, en holler out: 

“‘Gents, is you ready?’

“Brer Rabbit, he say ‘yes,’ en old Miss Tarrypin holler ‘go’ fum de aidge er de woods.  Brer Rabbit, he lit out on de race, en old Miss Tarrypin, she put out for home.  Jedge Buzzard, he riz en skimmed long fer ter see dat de race wuz runned fa’r.  W’en Brer Rabbit got ter de fus’ mile-pos’ wunner de Tarrypin chilluns crawl out de woods, he did, en make fer de place.  Brer Rabbit, he holler out: