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:
"'Whar is you, Brer Tarrypin?'
"'Yer I come a bulgin',' sez de Tarrypin, sezee.
"Brer Rabbit so glad he's ahead dat he put out harder dan ever,
en de Tarrypin, he make fer home. W'en he come ter de nex' pos',
nudder Tarrypin crawl out er de woods.
"'Whar is you, Brer Tarrypin?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"'Yer I come a bilin',' sez de Tarrypin, sezee.
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