hanging down yer.'
"En Mr. Buzzard, he come steppin' up, he did, same ez ef he wer
treddin' on kurkle-burs, en he stick his head in de hole; en no
sooner did he done dat dan Brer Fox grab 'im. Mr. Buzzard flap
his wings, en scramble 'roun' right smartually, he did, but
'twant no use. Brer Fox had de 'vantage er de grip, he did, en he
hilt 'im right down ter de groun'. Den Mr. Buzzard squall out,
sezee:
"'Lemme 'lone, Brer Fox. Tu'n me loose,' sezee; 'Brer Rabbit 'll
git out. You er gittin' close at 'im,' sezee, 'en leb'm mo'
licks'll fetch 'im,' sezee.
"'I'm nigher ter you, Brer Buzzard,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'dan
I'll be ter Brer Rabbit dis day,' sezee. 'W'at you fool me fer?'
sezee.
"'Lemme lone, Brer Fox,' sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee; my ole 'oman
waitin' fer me. Brer Rabbit in dar,' sezee.
"'Dar's a bunch er his fur on dat black-be'y bush,' sez Brer Fox,
sezee, 'en dat ain't de way he come,' sezee.
"Den Mr. Buzzard up'n tell Brer Fox how 'twuz, en he 'low'd, Mr.
Buzzard did, dat Brer Rabbit wuz de lowdownest w'atsizname w'at
he ever run up wid. Den Brer Fox say, sezee:
"'Dat's needer here ner dar, Brer Buzzard,' sezee. 'I lef' you
yer fer ter watch dish yere hole, en I lef' Brer Rabbit in dar. I
comes back en I fines you at de 'ole en Brer Rabbit ain't in
dar,' sezee. 'I'm gwineter make you pay fer't. I done bin
tampered wid twel plum' down ter de sap sucker'll set on a log en
sassy me. I'm gwineter fling you in a bresh-heap en burn you up,'
sezee.
"'Ef you fling me on der fier, Brer Fox, I'll fly 'way,' sez Mr.
Buzzard, sezee.
"'Well, den, I'll settle yo' hash right now,' sez Brer Fox,
sezee, en wid dat he grab Mr. Buzzard by de tail, he did, en make
fer ter dash 'im 'gin de groun', but des 'bout dat time de tail
fedders come out, en Mr. Buzzard sail off like one er dese yer
berloons; en ez he riz, he holler back:
"'You gimme good start, Brer Fox,' sezee, en Brer Fox sot dar en
watch 'im fly outer sight."
"But what became of the Rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the little
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