Rabbit rid Brer Fox up, he did, en tied 'im to de rack, en den
sot out in de peazzer wid de gals a smokin' er his seegyar wid
mo' proudness dan w'at you mos' ever see. Dey talk, en dey sing,
en dey play on de peanner, de gals did, twel bimeby hit come time
fer Brer Rabbit fer to be gwine, en he tell um all good-by, en
strut out to de hoss-rack same's ef he wuz de king er de patter-
rollers,*1 en den he mount Brer Fox en ride off.

"Brer Fox ain't sayin' nuthin' 'tall. He des rack off, he did, en
keep his mouf shet, en Brer Rabbit know'd der wuz bizness cookin'
up fer him, en he feel monstus skittish. Brer Fox amble on twel
he git in de long lane, outer sight er Miss Meadows's house, en
den he tu'n loose, he did. He rip en he ra'r, en he cuss, en he
swar; he snort en he cavort."

"What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus?" the little boy
inquired.

"He wuz tryin' fer ter fling Brer Rabbit off'n his back, bless
yo' soul! But he des might ez well er rastle wid his own shadder.
Every time he hump hisse'f Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers in 'im,
en dar dey had it, up en down. Brer Fox fa'rly to' up de groun'
he did, en he jump so high en he jump so quick dat he mighty nigh
snatch his own tail off. Dey kep' on gwine on dis way twel bimeby
Brer Fox lay down en roll over, he did, en dis sorter onsettle
Brer Rabbit, but by de time Brer Fox got back on his footses
agin, Brer Rabbit wuz gwine thoo de underbresh mo' samer dan a
race-hoss. Brer Fox he lit out atter 'im, he did, en he push Brer
Rabbit so close dat it wuz 'bout all he could do fer ter git in a
holler tree. Hole too little fer Brer Fox fer ter git in, en he