Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1879-08-21
NEGRO FOLK z.ORE,
The Story of Mr.. Rabbit and
Mr.. Fox, as Told by Uncle
Remus.
Atlanta Constitution.

Kemus.
Atlanta 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 pi-
azza, and, looking through the win
dow, saw the child sitting by Uncle
Remus. HIS head rested against the
old mans arm, and he was gazing
with an expression of the most in
tense interest into the rough, wealth
er beaten face, that beamed SO kind
ly upon him. This Is what ''Miss
Sally heard:
''Bimeby, one day, arter Mr.. Fox
bin doin' all dat de could fer ter
ketch Mr.. Rabbit, an sMr. Rabbit
bin doin' all he could Ter ter keep
i'm fun it, Mr.. Fcx say to hisse'f dat
he'd put up a game on Mr.. Rabbit,
an he hadn't mon got de wuds
out'n his mouf 'twell Mr.. Rabbit
come Il lopin' up de big road, lookin'
ez plump, an ez fat, an ez sassy ez
Morgan boss in barley patch.
'Hol' on dar, Brcr Rabbit sez
Mr.. Fox, sezee.
81 amt got time, Brer Fox sez
Mr.. Rabbit, sezee, sorter mendin' his
licks.
g But l wanter have some confab
wild you, Brer Rabbit, sezee.
'All right, Brer Fox, but you
better holler fun whar you stan.
I'm monst Gus full Nv fleas, dis nav
nin',' sezee.
81 seed Brer Bar yistiddy,' sez
Mr.. Fox, sezee, 'an' he sorter raked
me over de Goals kaze you an me
didn't make frens an live naberly,
an l tole i'm dat I'd see you.'
''Den Mr.. Rabbit scratch one year
wild his off hine foot sorter jub'usly,
an den he ups an sez, seEee:
"'All settin', Brer Fox. 'Spose'n
you drap roun' termorrer an take
bidder wild me. We amt got no
great doin's at our house, but l spec
de ole oman an de chilluns kin sor-
ter scramble roun' an git up sump'n
fer ter stay yo' stummuck.'
I'm 'gree'ble, Brer Rabbit sez
Mr. Fox, seZee.
"'Den I'll pen on you, sez Mr..
Rabbit, sezee.
Mex day, Mr.. Rabbit an Miss
Rabbit got up soon, TO 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 a smashln'
dinner. Bimeby one er de little
Rabbits, playln' out in de backyard,
come runnin' in hollerin', 'Oh, ma!
oh, ma! l seed Mr.. Fox comm =
An den Mr.. Rabbit he tuck de chill
luns bv dere years an made um set
down, an den him an Miss Rabbit
sorter dallied roun' waitin' for Mr.
Fox. An dey KEEP on waitin', but
no Mr. Fox Arter whI;o, Mr.. Eab
bit goes to de do, easy like, an
peep out, an dar, stickin' out fun
beEine de corner, WIZ de tip-eend
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:
DE place wharboutS you spill lie grease,
Right dar youer houn' ter slide,
An whar you fine bunch NV ha'r,
You'll sholly fine de hide
Mex day, Mr.. Fox sent word by
Mr.. Mink, an skuze hisse'f kase he
wuz too sick fer ter come, an he AK
Mr.. Rabbit fer to come an eat dinner
wild him, and Mr.. Rabbit says he was
'gree'ble.
"Bimeby, when de shadders wuz at
der shOrtes' Mr.. Rabbit he sorter
bresh up an santered down Mr..
Fox's house, an when he got dar, he
hear somebody groanin' an he look
in de door an dar he see Mr.. Fox
settin' up in rockin' cheer all wrap
ped up wild tlannin, an he look
mighty weak. Mr.. Rabbit look all
aroun' but he don't see no dinner.
DE dish-pan was settin' on de table
an close by wuz kyarvin knife.
"Look like you gwineter have
chicken fer dinner, Brer Fox" sez
Mr.. Rabbit, sezee.
"Yes, Brer Rabbit, deyis nice, an
fresh, an TENDER" sez Mr.. Fox,
seZee.
"Den Mr.. Rabbit sorter pull his
mustash, an sez: You amt got no
calamus root, is you, Brer Fox? L
got so now that can't eat no chicken
'ceptin' she's seasoned up wild Gala
mus root An, wild dat Mr.. Rabbit
Int out er de do an lodged 'mung
de bushes, an sot dar watchin' fer
Mr.. Fox; an he didn't watch long,
nudder, kase Mr.. Fox flung off de
flannel an crope out er de house an
got whar he could cloze in on Mr..
Rabbit, an bimeby Mr.. Rabbit hol-
Tered out: "Oh, Brer Fox! I'll put
yo' calamus root out here on dis
stump. Better cone git II Will hi.o
nooh,- an wld dat, Mr.. Rabbit gal
loped off home. An Mr.. Fox amt
never cotch i'm yet, an watts more,
honey, he amt gwinter."