abbit done stop
wuk, en dey 'gun ter come 'roun' fer ter see w'at he gwine do nex'. But
Brer Rabbit, he got up dar, he did, en smoke he seegyar, en chaw he
'backer, en let he min' run on. Brer Wolf, he stan' en look up at de
steeple, Brer Fox, he stan' en look up at it, en all de t'er creeturs
dey done de same. Nex' time you see a crowd er folks lookin' at sump'n'
right hard, you des watch um, honey. Dey'll walk 'roun' one er 'n'er en
swap places, en dey'll be constant on de move. Dat des de way de
creeturs done. Dey walk 'roun' en punch one er 'n'er en swap places, en
look en look. Ole Brer Rabbit, he sot up dar, he did, en chaw he
'backer, en smoke he seegyar, en let he min' run on.

"Bimeby ole Brer Tarrypin come 'long, en ole Brer Tarrypin bin in
cohoots wid Brer Rabbit so long dat he des nat'ally know dey wuz gwine
ter be fun er plenty 'roun' in dem neighborhoods 'fo' de sun go down.
He laugh 'way down und' de roof er he house, ole Brer Tarrypin did, en
den he hail Brer Rabbit:

"'Heyo, Brer Rabbit! W'at you doin' 'way up in de elements lak dat?'

"'I'm a-sojourneyin' up yer fer ter res' myse'f, Brer Tarrypin. Drap up
en see me.'

"''Twix' you en me, Brer Rabbit, de drappin' 's all one way. S'posin'
you tu'n loose en come. Man live dat high up bleedz ter have wings. I
aint no high-flyer myse'f. I fear'd ter shake han's wid you so fur off,
Brer Rabbit.'

"'Not so, Brer Tarrypin, not so. My sta'rcase is a mighty limbersome
one, en I'll des let it down ter you.'

"Wid dat, Brer Rabbit let down de plough-line.

"'Des ketch holt er dat, Brer Tarrypin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en up
you comes, _linktum sinktum binktum boo!_' sezee."

"What was that, Uncle Remus?" said the little boy, taking a serious view
of the statement.

"Creetur talk, honey--des creetur talk. Bless yo' soul, chile!" the old
man went on, with a laughable assumption of dignity, "ef you think I got
time fer ter stop right short off en stribbit[59] out all I knows, you er
mighty much mistaken--mighty much mistaken.

"Ole Brer Tarrypin know mighty well dat Brer Rabbit aint got nothin'
'gin' 'im, yet he got sech a habit er lookin' out fer hisse'f dat he
tuck'n ketch de plough-line in he mouf, he did, en try de strenk un it.
Ole Brer Rabbit, he holler 'Swing on, Brer Tarrypin!' en Brer Tarrypin,
he tuck'n swung on, en 't wa'n't long 'fo' he 'uz settin' up dar side er
Brer Rabbit.

"But I wish ter goodness you'd 'a' bin dar," continued Uncle R