“‘You er nice feller, you is!  Yer you bin gobblin’ up my green truck, en now you tryin’ ter tote off my trap.  You er mighty nice chap—­dat’s w’at you is!  But now dat I got you, I’ll des ’bout settle wid you fer de ole en de new.’

“En wid dat, Mr. Man, he go off, he did, down in de bushes atter han’ful er switches.  Ole Brer Rabbit, he ain’t sayin’ nuthin’, but he feelin’ mighty lonesome, en he sot dar lookin’ like eve’y minnit wuz gwineter be de nex’.  En w’iles Mr. Man wuz off prepa’r’n his bresh-broom, who should come p’radin’ long but Brer Fox.  Brer Fox make a great ’miration, he did, ’bout de fix w’at he fin’ Brer Rabbit in, but Brer Rabbit he make like he fit ter kill hisse’f laffin’, en he up’n tell Brer Fox, he did, dat Miss Meadows’s fokes want ’im ter go down ter der house in ’tennunce on a weddin’, en he ’low w’ich he couldn’t, en dey ’low how he could, en den bimeby dey take’n tie ’im dar w’iles dey go atter de preacher, so he be dar’ w’en dey come back.  En mo’n dat, Brer Rabbit up’n tell Brer Fox dat his chillun’s mighty low wid de fever, en he bleedzd ter go atter some pills fer’m, en he ax Brer Fox fer ter take his place en go down ter Miss Meadows’s en have nice time wid de gals.  Brer Fox, he in fer dem kinder pranks, en ’twa’n’t no time ‘fo’ Brer Rabbit had ole Brer Fox harness up dar in his place, en den he make like he got ter make ’as’e en git de pills fer dem sick chilluns.  Brer Rabbit wa’n’t mo’n out er sight ‘fo’ yer come Mr. Man wid a han’ful er hick’ries, but w’en he see Brer Fox tied up dar, he look like he ’stonished.

“‘Heyo!’ sez Mr. Man, sezee, ’you done change color, en you done got bigger, en yo’ tail done grow out.  W’at kin’ er w’atzyname is you, ennyhow?’ sezee.

“Brer Fox, he stay still, en Mr. 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’.”

The little boy laughed, and Uncle Remus supplemented this indorsement of his descriptive powers with a most infectious chuckle.

“’Bimeby,” continued the old man, “de switches, dey got frazzle out, en Mr. Man, he put out atter mo’, en w’en he done got fa’rly outer yearin’, Brer Rabbit, he show’d up, he did, kaze he des bin hidin’ out in de bushes lis’nin’ at de racket, en he ’low hit mighty funny dat Miss Meadows ain’t come ’long, kaze he done bin down ter de doctor house, en dat’s fudder dan de preacher, yit.  Brer Rabbit make like he hurr’in’ on home, but Brer Fox, he open up, he did, en he say: 

“’I thank you fer ter tu’n me loose, Brer Rabbit, en I’ll be ‘blije,’ sezee, ’’caze you done tie me up so tight dat it make my head swim, en I don’t speck I’d las’ fer ter git ter Miss Meadows’s,’ sezee.