VIII. MR. FOX IS "OUTDONE" BY MR. BUZZARD
"EF I don't run inter no mistakes," remarked Uncle Remus, as the
little boy came tripping in to see him after supper, "Mr. Tukkey
Buzzard wuz gyardin' de holler whar Brer Rabbit went in at, en
w'ich he come out un."
The silence of the little boy verified the old man's recollection.
"Well, Mr. Buzzard, he feel mighty lonesome, he did, but he done
prommust Brer Fox dat he'd stay, en he 'termin' fer ter sorter hang
'roun' en jine in de joke. En he ain't hatter wait long, nudder, kase
bimeby yer come Brer Fox gallopin' thoo de woods wid his axe on
"'How you speck Brer Rabbit gittin' on, Brer Buzzard?' sez Brer
"'Oh, he in dar,' sez Brer Buzzard, sezee. 'He mighty still, dough. I
speck he takin' a nap,' sezee.
"'Den I'm des in time fer ter wake im up, sez Brer Fox, sezee. En
wid dat he fling off his coat, en spit in his han's, en grab de axe.
Den he draw back en come down on de tree-pow! En eve'y time he
come down wid de axe-pow!-Mr. Buzzard, he step high, he did, en
"'Oh, he in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho.'
"En eve'y time a chip ud fly off, Mr. Buzzard, he'd jump, en dodge,
en hole his head sideways, he would, en holler:
"'He in dar, Brer Fox. I done heerd 'im. He in dar, sho.'
"En Brer Fox, he lammed away at dat holler tree, he did, like a
man maulin' rails, twel bimeby, atter he done got de tree mos' cut
thoo, he stop fer ter ketch his bref, en he seed Mr. Buzzard laughin'
behime his back, he did, en right den en dar, widout gwine enny
fudder, Brer Fox, he smelt a rat. But Mr. Buzzard, he keep on
"'He in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho. I done seed 'im.'
"Den Brer Fox, he make like he peepin' up de holler, en he say,
"'Run yer, Brer Buzzard, en look ef dis ain't Brer Rabbit's foot
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. Youer gittin' close at 'im, sezee, 'en leb'm mo' licks'll fetch 'im,'
"'I'm nigher ter you, Brer Buzzard,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'dan I'll be
ter Brer Rabbit dis day,' sezee. 'Wa't 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.
"'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
"Don't you pester longer Brer Rabbit, honey, en don't you fret 'bout
'im. You'll year whar he went en how he come out. Dish yer cole
snap rastles wid my bones, now, continued the old man, putting on
his hat and picking up his walking-stick. "Hit rastles wid me
monstus, en I gotter rack 'roun' en see if I kin run up agin some