He went gallopin' 'long, he did, but he feel
mighty fired out, en stiff in his jints, en he wuz mighty nigh
dead for sumpin fer ter drink, en bimeby, w'en he got mos' home,
he spied ole Miss Cow feedin' roun' in a fiel', he did, en he
'termin' fer ter try his han' wid 'er. Brer Rabbit know mighty
well dat Miss Cow won't give 'im no milk, kaze she done 'fuse 'im
mo'n once, en w'en his ole 'oman wuz sick, at dat. But never mind
dat. Brer Rabbit sorter dance up long side er de fence, he did,
en holler out:
"'Howdy, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"'W'y, howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
"'How you fine yo'se'f deze days, Sis Cow?' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee.
"'I'm sorter toler'ble, Brer Rabbit; how you come on?' sez Miss
Cow, sez she.
"'Oh, I'm des toler'ble myse'f, Sis Cow; sorter linger'n' twix' a
bauk en a break-down,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"'How yo' fokes, Brer Rabbit?' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
"'Dey er des middlin', Sis Cow; how Brer Bull gittin' on?' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"'Sorter so-so,' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
"'Dey er some mighty nice 'simmons up dis tree, Sis Cow,' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'd like mighty well fer ter have some un
um,' sezee.
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