"He wuz dere, but he shuffle up kinder
late, kaze w'en Miss Meadows en de balance on um done gone down
ter de place, Brer Rabbit, he crope 'roun' ter de ash-hopper,
en fill Brer Coon's slippers full er ashes, en den he tuck'n put
um on en march off. He got dar atter 'w'ile, en soon's Miss
Meadows en de gals seed 'im, dey up'n giggle, en make a great
'miration kaze Brer Rabbit got on slippers. Brer Fox, he so
smart, he holler out, he did, en say he lay Brer Rabbit got de
groun'-eatch, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter shet one eye, he did,
en say, sezee:
"'I bin so useter ridin' hoss-back, ez deze ladies knows, dat I'm
gittin' sorter tender-footed;' en dey don't hear much mo' fum
Brer Fox dat day, kaze he 'member how Brer Rabbit done bin en rid
him; en hit 'uz des 'bout much ez Miss Meadows en de gals could
do fer ter keep der snickers fum gittin' up a 'sturbance 'mong de
congregashun. But, never mine dat, old Brer Rabbit, he wuz dar,
en he so brash dat leetle mo' en he'd er grab up de sludge-hammer
en er open up de racket 'fo' ennybody gun de word; but Brer Fox,
he shove Brer Rabbit out'n de way en pick up de sludge hisse'f.
Now den," continued the old man, with pretty much the air of one
who had been the master of similar ceremonies, "de progance wuz
dish yer: Eve'y gent wer ter have th'ee licks at de rock, en de
gent w'at fetch de dus' he were de one w'at gwineter take de pick
er de gals.
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