"'W'at you want wid Mr. Buzzard?' sezee.

"'Oh, nuthin' in 'tickler, 'cep' dere's de fattes' gray squir'l
in yer dat ever I see,' sezee, 'en ef Brer Tukkey Buzzard wuz
'roun' he'd be mighty glad fer ter git 'im,' sezee.

"'How Mr. Buzzard gwine ter git 'im?' sez de Buzzard, sezee.

"'Well, dar's a little hole roun' on de udder side er de tree,'
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en ef Brer Tukkey Buzzard wuz here so he
could take up his stan' dar,' sezee, 'I'd drive dat squir'l out,'
sezee.

"'Drive 'im out, den,' sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee, 'en I'll see dat
Brer Tukkey Buzzard gits 'im,' sezee.

"Den Brer Rabbit kick up a racket, like he wer' drivin' sumpin'
out, en Mr. Buzzard he rush 'roun' fer ter ketch de squir'l, en
Brer Rabbit, he dash out, he did, en he des fly fer home."

At this point Uncle Remus took one of the teacakes, held his head
back, opened his mouth, dropped the cake in with a sudden motion,
looked at the little boy with an expression of astonishment,
and then closed his eyes, and begun to chew, mumbling as an
accompaniment the plaintive tune of "Don't you Grieve atter Me."

The seance was over; but, before the little boy went into the
"big house," Uncle Remus laid his rough hand tenderly on the
child's shoulder, and remarked, in a confidential tone: