I don't wanter tell you no stories.
Some say dat Brer Rabbit's ole 'oman died fum eatin' some pizen-
weed, en dat Brer Rabbit married ole Miss Fox, en some say not.
Some tells one tale en some tells nudder; some say dat fum dat
time forrerd de Rabbits en de Foxes make fren's en stay so; some
say dey kep on quollin'. Hit look like it mixt. Let dem tell you
w'at knows. Dat w'at I years you gits it straight like I yeard
it."
There was a long pause, which was finally broken by the old man:
"Hit's 'gin de rules fer you ter be noddin' yer, honey. Bimeby
you'll drap off en I'll hatter tote you up ter de big 'ouse. I
hear dat baby cryin', en bimeby Miss Sally'll fly up en be a
holler'n atter you"
"Oh, I wasn't asleep," the little boy replied. "I was just
thinking."
"Well, dat's diffunt," said the old man. "Ef you'll clime up on
my back," he continued, speaking softly, "I speck I ain't too ole
fer ter be yo' hoss fum yer ter de house. Many en many's de time
dat I toted yo' Unk Jeems dat away, en Mars Jeems wuz heavier sot
dan w'at you is."
PLANTATION PROVERBS
BIG 'possum clime little tree.
Dem w'at eats kin say grace.
Ole man Know-All died las' year.
Better de gravy dan no grease 'tall.
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