XV. MR. FOX GOES A-HUNTING, BUT MR. RABBIT BAGS
"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' fluff, 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
"'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 run roun' thoo
de woods en git befo Brer Fox agin. Brer Fox, he come up, en dar
lay Brer Rabbit, periently cole en stiff. Brer Fox, he look at Brer
Rabbit, en he sorter study. Atter while he onslung his game-bag, en
say ter hisse'f, sezee:
"'Deze yer rabbits gwine ter was'e. I'll des 'bout leave my game yer,
en I'll go back'n git dat udder rabbit, en I'll make fokes bleeve dat
I'm ole man Hunter fum Huntsville,' sezee.
"En wid dat he drapt his game en loped back up de road atter de
udder rabbit, en w'en he got outer sight, ole Brer Rabbit, he snatch
up Brer Fox game en put out fer home. Nex' time he see Brer Fox
he holler out:
"'What you kill de udder day, Brer Fox?' sezee.
"Den Brer Fox, he sorter koam his flank wid his tongue, en holler
"'I kotch a han'ful er hard sense, Brer Rabbit,' sezee.
"Den ole Brer Rabbit, he laff, he did, en up en 'spon', sezee:
'Ef I'd a know'd you wuz atter dat, Brer Fox, I'd a loant you some er