bin made hash un worl' widout een'."
XV. MR. FOX GOES A-HUNTING, BUT MR. RABBIT BAGS THE GAME
"ATTER Brer Fox hear 'bout how Brer Rabbit done Brer Wolf,"
said Uncle Remus, scratching his head with the point of his awl,
'he 'low, he did, dat he better not be so brash, en he sorter let
Brer Rabbit 'lone. Dey wuz all time seein' one nudder, en
'bunnunce er times Brer Fox could er nab Brer Rabbit, but eve'y
time he got de chance, his mine 'ud sorter rezume 'bout Brer
Wolf, en he let Brer Rabbit 'lone. Bimeby dey 'gun ter git kinder
familious wid wunner nudder like dey useter, en it got so Brer
Fox'd call on Brer Rabbit, en dey'd set up en smoke der pipes,
dey would, like no ha'sh feelin's 'd ever rested 'twixt um.
"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
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