Oh, pray, Brer B'ar! do lemme off dis time, en I'll show
you de fattes' bee-tree in de woods.'
"Ole Brer B'ar, he chomp his toofies en foam at de mouf. Brer
Bull-frog he des up'n squall:
"'Oh, pray, Brer B'ar! I won't never do so no mo'! Oh, pray, Brer
B'ar! Lemme off dis time!'
"But ole Brer B'ar say he gwineter make way wid 'im, en den he
sot en study, ole Brer B'ar did, how he gwineter squench Brer
Bull-frog. He know he can't drown 'im, en he ain't got no fier
fer ter bu'n 'im, en he git mighty pestered. Bimeby ole Brer
Bull-frog, he sorter stop his cryin' en his boo-hooin', en he
up'n say:
"'Ef you gwineter kill me, Brer B'ar, kyar me ter dat big flat
rock out dar on de aidge er de mill-pon', whar I kin see my
fambly, en atter I see um, den you kin take you axe en sqush me.'
"Dis look so fa'r and squar' dat Brer B'ar he 'gree, en he take
ole Brer Bull-frog by wunner his behime legs, en sling his axe on
his shoulder, en off he put fer de big flat rock. When he git dar
he lay Brer Bullfrog down on de rock, en Brer Bull-frog make like
he lookin' 'roun' fer his folks. Den Brer B'ar, he draw long
breff en pick up his axe. Den he spit in his han's en draw back
en come down on de rock--pow!"
"'Did he kill the Frog, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy, as
the old man paused to scoop up a thimbleful of glowing embers in
his pipe.
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