The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-08-16
NEGRO FOLK LORE.
THE STORY OF Mr.. RABBIT AND Mr.. FOX, AS
ToLp BY UNCLE REMus.

THE STORY OF Mr.. RABBIT AND Mr.. FOX, AS
TOLD BY UNCLE RENUs.
Recently, the lady whom Uncle Remus
calls "Miss Sally" missed her little Sx year
old. Making search for him through the
house, she heard the sound ofvoices on the
bacl, piazza, 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 intense interest into the rough, wealth
er.beaten face that beaned so kindly upon
him. This is what "Miss Sally" heard
"Bmeby, one day, arter Mr.. Fox bin doin'
all dat he could fer ter Retch Mr.. Rabbit,
and Mr.. Rabbit bin doin' all he could fer
ter keepim FUN it, Mr.. Fox say TO hissef
dat he'd put up game on Mr.. Rabbit, and
he hadn't morn got the wuds outn his
mour twcll Mr.. Rabbit come lopin up de
big road, lookin ez plump, and ez fat, and
ez sassy ez sassy ez q Morgan hoss in bar
ley patch
aHole on dar, Bro. Rabbit sez Mr.. Fox,
sezee.
al amt got time, Bro. Fox sez Mr.. Rab-
bit, sezee, sorter mendin his licks.
"But wanter have some confab wild you,
Bro. Rabbit sezee.
"All right, Bro. Eox, but you better hol-
Ter fun whar you stand. I'm monstus full
| r,- aaoe die ,,,aynin sezee
9 seed Bro Bear yistiddy,; sez Mr.. Fox,
sezee, and he sorter raked me over de Goals
kaze you an me didn't make frens an live
naberly, and 1 toleim dat I'd see you.
Den, Mr.. Rabbit scartch one ear wild hi:
lef-hine foot sorterr jubusly, and den he ups
an sez, sezee:
Gall settn, Bro. Fox. spose'n you draI
round ter.morrer an take dinner wild me
We ant got no great doins at our house, bu
| spec de ole oman an de chilluns kin sortei
scramble roun an git up sumpin ter stay
your stummuch.'
"I'm greeable, Bro. Rabbit sez Mr.. Fox
sezee.
"Den I'll pend on you,' says Mr.. Rabbi
sezee.
'Nex day Mr.. Rabbit an Miss Rabbit go
up soon, fore day, and raded on a garder
like Miss Saly's out dar, an got some cab
bage, an some roasin years, an some spar
er-grass, and dey fixed a smashin dinner
Bimeby one er de chillun, playin out in d.
back yard, come runnn in hollerin, 20, ma
oh, mai | seed Mr.. Fox cominP An der
Mr.. Rabbit he tuck de chilluns by dere ear
an made'em set down, an den him an Mis-
Rabbit sorter dallied round, waitin for Mr.
Fox. An dey kept on waitin, but no Mr.
Eox. Arter while Mr.. Rabbit goes to d.
door, easy like, and peeped out, an dar
stickin out fun behine de corner, wuz d
tip-eend NV Mr.. Fox's tail. Den Mr.. Rab
bit shot de door, and sot down an put hi
paws behine his ears, an begin for ter sing
sezee:
"De place wharbouts you spill de grease,
Right duryou'r bound ter slide,
An whar you find bunch of hair,
You'll sholy find de hide.
"Nex day Mr.. Fox sent word by Mr.Mnl
and skuse hssef, kase he was too sick fer te
come, an he axed Mr.. Rabbit fer ter com
an eat dinqer wild him, and Mr.. Rabbi
say he was greeable.
"Bmeby, wen de shadows was at der
shortes, Mr.. Rabbit he sorter bresh up a,
santer down unto Mr.. Fox's house, an wei
he got dar, he hear somebody groanin, al
he look in de door an dar he sees Mr.. Fo!
settin up in de rociin chair, all wrapped u
in iannils, an he looked mighty weak. Nj
Rabbit look all roun, but he don't see n
dinner. De dshpan was stttin on de table
and close by was a carvinknife.
"Luok like your gwine ter have CHECKER
, fer dinner, Bro. Fox sezee.
ayes, Bro. Rabbit. deyer nice an fresh al
TENDER sezee.
"Den Mr.. Rabbit sorter pull his mustach
an sezee;
"You amt got no calamus root, hev you
Bro. FoxP got so dat cant eat no chic
ken ceptin she's seasoned up wild calamu
root
D Gan wild dat Mr.. Rabbit lipt out er d
l. door, and lodged mung de bushes, an so
dar wotchin for Mr.. Fox, an he didn't watcl
long nudder, kase Mr.. Fox flung off de fan
= nils an creeped out er de house an got wha
. he could cloze in on Mr. Rabbit, an bimeb
= Mr., Rabbit hollered out:
80, Bro. Fox, I'll put your calamus roo
out here on dis stump! Better come an gi
it while its fresh.'
"An wild dat, Mr.. Rabbit galloped Of
home. An Mr. Fox aint never cotcht hin
I, yit, an what's more, honey, he aint gwin
ter.''-Atlanta (Ga.) Constitution.