Ole Miss Fox, she cut and cut twel
down come de tree, but no Brer Rabbit dar. Den she lay de blame
on Tobe, en she say she gwineter lash 'im, en Tobe, he put out en
run, de ole 'oman atter 'im. Bimeby, he come up wid Brer Rabbit,
en sot down fer to tell 'im how 'twuz, en w'iles dey wuz a
settin' dar, yer come ole Miss Fox a slippin' up en grab um bofe.
Den she tell um w'at she gwine do. Brer Rabbit she gwineter kill,
en Tobe she gwineter lam ef its de las' ack. Den Brer Rabbit sez,
sezee:
"'Ef you please, ma'am, Miss Fox, lay me on de grinestone en
groun off my nose so I can't smell no mo' w'en I'm dead.'
"Miss Fox, she tuck dis ter be a good idee, en she fotch bofe un
um ter de grinestone, en set um up on it so dat she could
groun' off Brer Rabbit nose. Den Brer Rabbit, he up'n say, sezee:
"'Ef you please, ma'am, Miss Fox, Tobe he kin turn de handle
w'iles you goes atter some water fer ter wet de grinestone,'
sezee.
"Co'se, soon'z Brer Rabbit see Miss Fox go atter de water, he
jump down en put out, en dis time he git clean away."
"And was that the last of the Rabbit, too, Uncle Remus?" the
little boy asked, with something like a sigh.
"Don't push me too close, honey," responded the old man; "don't
shove me up in no cornder.
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