"Right dar's whar Brer Rabbit drap his watermillion, kaze he
tuck'n sot out dat night en went a fishin'. De wedder wuz sorter
col', en Brer Rabbit, he got 'im a bottle er dram en put out fer
de creek, en w'en he git dar he pick out a good place, en he
sorter squot down, he did, en let his tail hang in de water. He
sot dar, en he sot dar, en he drunk his dram, en he think he
gwineter freeze, but bimeby day come, en dar he wuz. He make a
pull, en he feel like he comin' in two, en he fetch nudder jerk,
en lo en beholes, whar wuz his tail?"
There was a long pause.
"Did it come off, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy, presently.
"She did dat!" replied the old man with unction. "She did dat,
and dat w'at make all deze yer bob-tail rabbits w'at you see
hoppin' en skaddlin' thoo de woods."
"Are they all that way just because the old Rabbit lost his tail
in the creek?" asked the little boy.
"Dat's it, honey," replied the old man. "Dat's w'at dey tells me.
Look like dey er bleedzd ter take atter der pa."
XXVI. MR. TERRAPIN SHOWS HIS STRENGTH
"BRER TARRYPIN wuz de out'nes' man," said Uncle Remus, rubbing
his hands together contemplatively, and chuckling to himself in a
very significant manner; "he wuz de out'nes' man er de whole
gang.
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