truss er he fambly, 'stidder trapesin' en trollopin' 'roun'
ter all de frolics in de settlement. He tuck'n study dis in he min' twel
bimeby he sot out 'termin' fer ter 'arn he own livelihoods, en den he
up'n lay off a piece er groun' en plant 'im a tater-patch.

"Brer Fox, he see all dish yer gwine on, he did, en he 'low ter hisse'f
dat he 'speck Brer Rabbit rashfulness done bin supjued kaze he skeer'd,
en den Brer Fox make up his min' dat he gwine ter pay Brer Rabbit back
fer all he 'seetfulness. He start in, Brer Fox did, en fum dat time
forrerd he aggervate Brer Rabbit 'bout he tater-patch. One night he
leave de draw-bars down, 'n'er night he fling off de top rails, en nex'
night he t'ar down a whole panel er fence, en he keep on dis a-way twel
'pariently Brer Rabbit dunner w'at ter do. All dis time Brer Fox keep on
foolin' wid de tater-patch, en w'en he see w'ich Brer Rabbit aint
makin' no motion, Brer Fox 'low dat he done skeer'd sho' 'nuff, en dat
de time done come fer ter gobble him up bidout lief er license. So he
call on Brer Rabbit, Brer Fox did, en he ax 'im will he take a walk.
Brer Rabbit, he ax wharbouts. Brer Fox say, right out yander. Brer
Rabbit, he ax w'at is dey right out yander? Brer Fox say he know whar
dey some mighty fine peaches, en he want Brer Rabbit fer ter go 'long en
climb de tree en fling um down. Brer Rabbit say he don't keer ef he do,
mo' speshually fer ter 'blige Brer Fox.

"Dey sot out, dey did, en atter w'ile, sho' 'nuff, dey come ter de
peach-orchud, en Brer Rabbit, w'at do he do but pick out a good tree, en
up he clum. Brer Fox, he sot hisse'f at de root er de tree, kaze he 'low
dat w'en Brer Rabbit come down he hatter come down backerds, en den dat
'ud be de time fer ter nab 'im. But, bless yo' soul, Brer Rabbit dun see
w'at-Brer Fox atter 'fo' he clum up. W'en he pull de peaches, Brer Fox
say, sezee:

"'Fling um down yer, Brer Rabbit--fling um right down yer so I kin
ketch um,' sezee.

"Brer Rabbit, he sorter wunk de furdest eye fum Brer Fox, en he holler
back, he did:

"'Ef I fling um down dar whar you is, Brer Fox, en you misses um, dey'll
git squshed,' sezee, 'so I'll des sorter pitch um out yander in de grass
whar dey won't git bus',' sezee.

"Den he tuck'n flung de peaches out in de grass, en w'iles Brer Fox went
atter um, Brer Rabbit, he skint down outer de tree, en hustle hisse'f
twel he git elbow-room. W'en he git off little ways, he up 'n holler back
ter Brer Fox da