"'How you gwineter git um, Brer Rabbit?' sez she.
"'I 'lowed maybe dat I might ax you fer ter butt 'gin de tree, en
shake some down, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"C'ose Miss Cow don't wanter diskommerdate Brer Rabbit, en she
march up ter de 'simmon tree, she did, en hit it a rap wid 'er
horns--blam! Now, den," continued Uncle Remus, tearing off the
comer of a plug of tobacco and cramming it into his mouth--"now,
den, dem 'simmons wuz green ez grass, en na'er one never drap.
Den Miss Cow butt de tree--blim! Na'er 'simmon drap. Den Miss
Cow sorter back off little, en run agin de tree--blip! No
'simmons never drap. Den Miss Cow back off little fudder, she
did, en hi'st her tail on 'er back, en come agin de tree,
kerblam! en she come so fas', en she come so hard, twel one 'er
her horns went spang thoo de tree, en dar she wuz. She can't go
forerds, en she can't go backerds. Dis zackly w'at Brer Rabbit
waitin' fer, en he no sooner seed ole Miss Cow all fas'en'd up
dan he jump up, he did, en cut de pidjin-wing.
"'Come he'p me out, Brer Rabbit,' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
"'I can't clime, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but I'll
run'n tell Brer Bull,' sezee; en wid dat Brer Rabbit put out fer
home, en 'twan't long 'fo here he come wid his ole 'oman en all
his chilluns, en de las' one er de fambly wuz totin' a pail.
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