De
big uns had big pails, en de little uns had little pails. En dey
all s'roundid ole Miss Cow, dey did, en you hear me, honey, dey
milk't 'er dry. De ole uns milk't en de young uns milk't, en den
w'en dey done got nuff, Brer Rabbit, he up'n say, sezee:
"'I wish you mighty well, Sis Cow. I 'low'd, bein's how dat you'd
hatter sorter camp out all night dat I'd better come en swaje yo'
bag,' sezee."
"Do which, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Go long, honey! Swaje 'er bag. W'en cows don't git milk't, der
bag swells, en you k'n hear um a moanin' en a beller'n des like
dey wuz gittin' hurtid. Dat's w'at Brer Rabbit done. He 'sembled
his fambly, he did, en he swaje ole Miss Cow's bag.
"Miss Cow, she stood dar, she did, en she study en study, en
strive fer ter break loose, but de horn done bin jam in de tree
so tight dat twuz way 'fo day in de mornin' 'fo' she loose it.
Anyhow hit wuz endurin' er de night, en atter she git loose she
sorter graze 'roun', she did, fer ter jestify 'er stummuck she
low'd, ole Miss Cow did, dat Brer Rabbit be hoppin' long dat way
fer ter see how she gittin' on, en she tuck'n lay er trap fer
'im; en des 'bout sunrise w'at'd ole Miss Cow do but march up ter
de 'simmon tree en stick er horn back in de hole? But, bless yo'
soul, honey, w'ile she wuz croppin' de grass she tuck one mou'ful
too menny, kaze w'en she hitch on ter de 'simmon tree agin, Brer
Rabbit wuz settin' in de fence cornder a watchin' un 'er.
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