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
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