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.
"Brer Rabbit, he sot down sorter keerless like, en begin fer ter
scratch one year like a man studyin' 'bout sump'n.
"'Dat's so, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'you duz look sorter stove up. Look
like sump'n bin onkoamin' yo' ha'rs,' sezee.
"Brer Fox ain't sayin' nothin', but Brer Rabbit, he keep on
talkin':
"'Dey ain't no bad feelin's 'twix' us, is dey, Brer Fox? Kaze ef
dey is, I ain't got no time fer ter be tarryin' 'roun' yer.'
"Brer Fox say w'ich he don't have no onfrennelness, en wid dat
Brer Rabbit cut Brer Fox loose des in time fer ter hear Mr. Man
w'isserlin up his dogs, en one went one way en de udder went
nudder."
XXX. HOW MR. RABBIT SUCCEEDED IN RAISING A DUST
"IN dem times," said Uncle Remus, gazing admiringly at himself
in a fragment of looking-glass, "Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en
Brer Coon, en dem yuther creeturs go co'tin' en sparklin' 'roun'
de naberhood mo' samer dan folks. 'Twan't no 'Lemme a hoss,' ner
'Fetch me my buggy,' but dey des up'n lit out en tote deyse'f.
Dar's ole Brer Fox, he des wheel 'roun' en fetch his flank one
swipe wid 'is tongue en he'd be koam up; en Brer Rabbit, he des
spit on his han' en twis' it 'roun' 'mongst de roots er his years
en his ha'r'd be roach. Dey wuz dat flirtashus," continued the
old man, closing one eye at his image in the glass, "dat Miss
Meadows en de gals don't se no peace fum one week een' ter de
udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, en Friday wuz same as
Chuseday, en hit come down ter dat pass dat w'en Miss Meadows 'ud
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