ut he dunno. He wunder en he wunder, yit de mo'
he wunder de mo' he dunno. Brer Fox, he go trottin' by, en Brer Rabbit,
he sot in de bushes en wunder. Bimeby he 'low ter hisse'f, he did, dat
Brer Fox ain't got no business fer ter be trottin' 'long down de road,
totin' doin's w'ich yuther folks dunner w'at dey is, en he 'low dat dey
won't be no great harm done ef he take atter Brer Fox en fine out w'at
he got in dat ar bag.

"Wid dat, Brer Rabbit, he put out. He ain't got no bag fer ter tote, en
he pick up he foots mighty peart. Mo'n dat, he tuck'n tuck a nigh-cut,
en by de time Brer Fox git home, Brer Rabbit done had time fer ter go
'roun' by de watermillion-patch en do some er he devilment, en den atter
dat he tuck'n sot down in de bushes whar he kin see Brer Fox w'en he
come home.

"Bimeby yer come Brer Fox wid de bag slung 'cross he back. He onlatch de
do', he did, en he go in en sling Brer Tarrypin down in de cornder, en
set down front er de h'ath fer ter res' hisse'f."

Here Uncle Remus paused to laugh in anticipation of what was to follow.

"Brer Fox ain't mo'n lit he pipe," the old man continued, after a
tantalizing pause, "'fo' Brer Rabbit stick he head in de do' en
holler:--

"Brer Fox! O Brer Fox! You better take yo' walkin'-cane en run down yan.
Comin' 'long des now I year a mighty fuss, en I look 'roun' en dar wuz a
whole passel er folks in yo' watermillion-patch des a-tromplin' 'roun'
en a-t'arin' down. I holler'd at um, but dey ain't pay no 'tention ter
little man lak I is. Make 'a'se, Brer Fox! make 'a'se! Git yo' cane en
run down dar. I'd go wid you myse'f, but my ole 'oman ailin' en I bleedz
ter be makin' my way todes home. You better make 'a'se, Brer Fox, ef you
wanter git de good er yo' watermillions. Run, Brer Fox! run!'

"Wid dat Brer Rabbit dart back in de bushes, en Brer Fox drap he pipe en
grab he walkin'-cane en put out fer he watermillion-patch, w'ich 't wer'
down on de branch; en no sooner is he gone dan ole Brer Rabbit come out
de bushes en make he way in de house.

"He go so easy dat he ain't make no fuss; he look 'roun' en dar wuz de
bag in de cornder. He kotch holt er de bag en sorter feel un it, en time
he do dis, he year sump'n' holler:--

"'Ow! Go 'way! Lem me 'lone! Tu'n me loose! Ow!'

"Brer Rabbit jump back 'stonish'd. Den 'fo' you kin wink yo' eye-ball,
Brer Rabbit slap hisse'f on de leg en break out in a laugh. Den he up'n
'low:--

"'Ef I ain't make no mistakes, dat ar