"One day, w'en Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Coon, en Brer
B'ar, en a whole lot un um wuz clearin' up a new groun' fer ter
plant a roas'n'-year patch, de sun gun ter git sorter hot, en
Brer Rabbit he got tired; but he didn't let on, kaze he fear'd de
balance un um'd call 'im lazy, en he keep on totin' off trash en
pilin' up bresh, twel bimeby he holler out dat he gotter brier in
his han', en den he take'n slip off, en hunt fer cool place fer
ter res'. Atter w'ile he come crosst a well wid a bucket hangin'
in it.
"'Dat look cool,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en cool I speck she
is. I'll des 'bout git in dar en take a nap,' en wid dat in he
jump, he did, en he ain't no sooner fix hisse'f dan de bucket
'gun ter go down."
"Wasn't the Rabbit scared, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Honey, dey ain't been no wusser skeer'd beas' sence de worl'
begin dan dish yer same Brer Rabbit. He fa'rly had a agur. He
know whar he cum fum, but he dunner whar he gwine. Dreckly he
feel de bucket hit de water, en dar she sot, but Brer Rabbit he
keep mighty still, kaze he dunner w'at minnit gwineter be de
nex'. He des lay dar en shuck en shiver.
"Brer Fox allers got one eye on Brer Rabbit, en w'en he slip off
fum de new groun', Brer Fox he sneak atter 'im.
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