The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1879-08-07
NEGRO FOLK LORE.
The Story of Mr Rabbit and MI
Fox, as told by Uncle Renaus.
From the Atlanta (Ga.) Constitution.

The story of NTr Rabbit and MI
Fox. as told by Uncle ReRaus.
From the Atlanta (Ga.) Constitution.
Yesterday, the lady whom Uncle
Remus calls "Miss Sally" missed her
little six year old. Making search
for him through the house, she heard
the sound of voices on the back plaza,
and, looking through the window, saw
the child sitting by Uncle Remus.
His head rested against the old mans
arm, and he was gazing with an ex-
preston of the most intense interest
into tie rough, weather. beaten face
that beamed so kindly upon him.
This is what "Miss Sally" heard.
"Bimeby, one day, arter Mr.. Fox
bin doin' all dat he could fur to ketch
Mr.. Rabbit, and Mr.. Rabbit bin doin'
all he could fer to keep i'm fun it, Mr..
Fox say to hisse'f dat he'd put up
game on Mr.. Rabbit, an he hadn't
mon got the wuds out'n his mouf
'twell Mr.. Rabbit come lopin' up de
big road, lookin' ez plump, an ez fat,
an ez sassy ez Morgan hoss in bar
ley-patch.
"'HoP on dar, Brer Rabbit and Mr.
Fox, sezee.
i amt got time, Brer Fox sez
Mr.. Rabbit sezee, sorter mendin' his
licks.
But / wanter have some confab
viii you, Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"All right Brer Fox, but you bet
Der holler fun whar you stan; Pm
months full Nv heas dis mawin, sezee.
:" 4 seed Brer Bar yistidy,' seq Mr..
Fox, sezee, 'an' he sorter raked me
over de Goals kaze you an me didn't
make frens an, live naberly, an |
tole i'm dat I'd see you
"Den Mr.. Rabbit scratch one year
wild off hine-feet sorter jub'usly, an
den he ups an sez, sezee:
All settin Brer Fox. Spose'n
you drap roun' termorrer an take din.
der wild me. We amt got no great
doin's at our house, but | spec de ole
oman an de chilluns kin sorter scram-
BILE roun' an git up sump'n fer ter stay
yo stummuck.'
"Tm 'gree'ble, Brer Rabbit sez Mr.
Fox, sezee.
"'DeL I'll pen on yOu,' sez Mr..
Rabbit. sezee.
"Nex' day Mr.. Rabbit an Miss
Rabbit got up soon, 'fo' day an raided
on a gyarden like Miss Sally's out dar,
an got some cabbage, an some roas'n
years, an some sparrer-grass an dey
fixed up & smashin' dinner. Bimeby
one er de little rabbits, playin' out in
de backyard, come runnn' hOllerin',
/ Oh, NAL oh, ma! Isee Mr. Fox acomin'p
An den Mr.. Rabbit he tuck de chill
luns by dere years an made um set
down, an den i'm an Miss Rabbit sor-
| ter dallied roun' waitin' for Mr.. Fox.
An dey KEEP on waitin', but no Mr..
Fox. Arter while Mr.. Rabbit goes
to de do, easy like, an peep out, an
dar, stickin' out fun behine de corn
der, wuz de tip-ind Nv Mr.. Fox's tail.
| Den Mr.. Rabbit shot de do an sot
down an put his paws behine his years
an begin fer ter sing.
"Nex' day Mr.. Fox sent word by
Mr.. Mink, an skuze hisse'f kaze he
waz too sick fer ter come, an he ak
Mr.. Rabbit fer ter come, an eat din~
ner wild him, and Mr.. Rabbit sez he
was 'gree'ble.
"Bimeby, wen de shadders wuz at
dere shortes' Mr.. Rabbit he sorter
bresh up an santer down unto MIR.
| Fox's house, an wheG he got dar, he
hear sombody groanin', an he looked
in de do an dar he see Mr.. Fox settin'
up in rockin' cheer all wrapped up
wid hannels, an he looked mighty
| weak. Mr.. Rabbit look all 'roun' but
| he don't see any dinner. De dishpan
wuz settin' on de table, an, close by
wuz kyvin knife.
| "Look like you gwineter have
chicken fer dinner, Brer Fox, sez MIR.
Rabbit, sezee
"Yes, Brer Rabbit, deyer nice, an
fresh an tender, sez Mr.. Fox, sezee.
"Den Mr.. Rabbit sorter pull his
mustach, an sez: You amt got no
calamus root, is you, Brer Fox? |
got so now dat can't eat 10 chicken
'ceptin' she's seasoned up wild calamus
root An vid dat Mr.. Rabbit lipt
out er de do and lodged 'mung de
bushes, an sot dar watchin' fer Mr.
Fox; an, he didn't watch long nudder,
kaze Mr.. Fox flung off de Aannels an
crope out er de house an got whar he
could cloze in on Mr.. Rabbit, an bime-
by Mr.. Rabbit hOllered out: oh,
'Brer Foxl I'll put yo calamus root
out here on dis stump. Better come
git it while hits fresh,' and wild dat,
Mr.eRabbit gallOped off home. An
Mr.. Fox amt never cotch i'm yit, an
vast more, honey, he ANT gwipter,