The Russellville Democrat., 1892-10-27
PLANTATION FABLES--XN.
BROTHER RABBIT c0NQUERS
 BROTHER LION.
By Joel Chandler Harris, Author of 'sUn.
 oIe Remus."
Copyright. 1899. by the Author. ]

] the animals haven't got sure enough ! sense.
 Did Marse John tell you datf" asked the old man, letting his shoe hammer drop from his hands, as though astonishment had rendered him helpless. "Did Marse John set up flat footed in a cheer en tell you dat de creeturs ain't got sho huff sensef Ain't he wink his eye when he tell you dat' Ain't you see his chin drapf"
 The little boy had seen none of these manifestations, and he said SO
 "Well," ]" exclaimed Uncle Remus, with a groan, "I dunner how come Marse John fer ter take on dat way He use ter be mighty joker when he 'uz growin' up, but look like he too ole fer dat kinder doin's now. When you go back up dar you tell Marse John dat time he been wid de creeturs long ez l is he won't set up dar wid a straight face en say dat dey ain't got sho huff sense. Des ax i'm him how dat ole blue SOW up dar in de woods pastur' know when ter shake de plum tree. Ak i'm who toP 'er how to bump Ter head g'inst de floor CT de crib en shatter de corn out. En den, when he git done tellin' you bout dat, ax i'm how dat brindle COW larnt how ter open all de plantation gates wid Ter horn.
 II be bless" continued the old man, laughing a little, "ef dat COW ain't a sight. Elf Marse John II des let her come in de house she'll go up stars en onlock his trunk wid CT horn en chaw up dat ar claw hammer coat what he got married in. She mos sholy will. Co'se de ereetdrs can't talk none so folks kin tell what dey say, but eff you gwine ter blame anybody fer dat blame de folks, don't blame de creeturs.
 "Take um up one side en down de yuther, en all roun' ez fur ez dey go, en dey got much sense ez folks. Dey ain't got law sense, en dey aia't got buyin' en sellin' sense, but what dey want wid itf What dey gwine to do wid it eff dey had iti Tell me dat. De ole COW, she want ter git in the sallid patch, en she know how ter open de ga e. De ole SOW want ripe plums, en she shake de tree; she want corn, en she bump CT head g'iust de blanks en shatter it out. What mo do dey want' Dey done got der eddyca- ton.
 "De Hitler de creeturs Is de mo sense dey get, kaze dey bleedze ter have it. You hear folks say dat Brer Rabbit is full CT tricks. It's des de name dey give it. What folks calls tricks is creetur sense. Elf ole Brer Lion had much sence ez Brer Rabbit what de name CT good ness would de balance CT de creeturs doi Dey wouldn't be none un um lef' by dis time. :"
 1.-The lion couldn't catch Brother Rabbit, could he, Uncle Remusf" said the little boy.
 "You now talkin', honey" ex- claimed the old man, enthusiasti- cally, "'Long side or Brer Rabbit, ole Brer Lion aint knee high ter a duck. He mighty strong-he mighty servigrous-but when it come ter headwork, he ain't nowhar.
 "Dey wuz one time when Brer Lion waz sorter playin' overseer wid de yuther creeturs. It seem like he got de idee dat all un um pay i'm toll kaze he de strongest en de mos servigrous. He claim cue out'n eve'y fambly. One sheep fum de sheeps, one goat fun de goats, en one fun all de kinds. Bimeby, ar ter so long time he sent word ter Brer Rabbit dat his turn done come, en Brer Rabbit he sent back word, 'all a-settin'.' , Co'se dis make ole Miss Rabbit en all de chilluns feel mighty bad De chilluns, dey sot round a whimplin' en snifiin', en ole Miss Rabbit, she went bout cryin' en wipin' Ter eyes on Ter apern. But Brer Rabbit, he sot up en smoke his seegyar, en tell um fer ter quit der 'havishness CT I 'arn how ter don't.
 "He Pow ole oman, eff 1 ain't back by supper time des set my vit- ties down dar on de h'arth so it II keep sorter warm.
 "0le Miss Rabbit say dat stidder wantin' vittles, he'll be vittles, en den she snuffie wuss en wuss. But Brer Rabbit he des hoot at 'er en den he tuck down his walkin' cane en put out fer ter see Brer Lion. De little Rabs, dey holler out "Good by, daddy, sn Brer Rabbit he holler back, 'So long, Ole Miss Rabbit, she took arter i'm, she did, en den she flung er apern over CT head on des boo hoo.
 But Brer Rabbit, he des march down de road CT gaily ez eff he gwine ter frolic. He march on, he did, en des fo' he get ter de place whar ole Brer Lion stay at, he hid his walkin' cane in de fence cornder, en rumpled up his ha'r, en draw'd hisse'f up till he look ike he ain't bigger'n poun' CT soap arter n Ln.a ln..l.. ...n-nLs..l h.. l.. ..-.-.A