n he year sump'n' holler:

"'O Lordy! Lordy! Won't somebody come he'p me?'"

The accent of grief and despair and suffering that Uncle Remus managed
to throw into this supplication was really harrowing.

"Brer Rabbit year dis, en he stop en lissen. 'T wa'n't long 'fo' sump'n'
n'er holler out:

"'O Lordy, Lordy! Please, somebody, come en he'p me.'

"Brer Rabbit, he h'ist up he years, he did, en make answer back:

"'Who is you, nohow, en w'at de name er goodness de marter?'

"'Please, somebody, do run yer!'

"Brer Rabbit, he tuck'n stan' on th'ee legs fer ter make sho' er gittin'
a good start ef dey 'uz any needs un it, en he holler back:

"'Whar'bouts is you, en how come you dar?'

"'Do please, somebody, run yer en he'p a po' mizerbul creetur. I'm down
yer in de big gully und' dish yer great big rock.'

"Ole Brer Rabbit bleedz ter be mighty 'tickler in dem days, en he crope
down ter de big gully en look in, en who de name er goodness you 'speck
he seed down dar?"

Uncle Remus paused and gave the little boy a look of triumph, and then
proceeded without waiting for a reply:

"Nobody in de roun' worl' but dat ar ole Brer Wolf w'at Brer Rabbit done
bin scalted de week 'fo' dat. He 'uz layin' down dar in de big gully,
en, bless gracious! 'pun top un 'im wuz a great big rock, en ef you want
ter know de reason dat ar great big rock aint teetotally kilt Brer
Wolf, den you'll hatter ax some un w'at know mo' 'bout it dan w'at I
does, 'kaze hit look lak ter me dat it des oughter mash 'im flat.

"Yit dar he wuz, en let 'lone bein' kilt, he got strenk 'nuff lef' fer
ter make folks year 'im holler a mile off, en he holler so lonesome dat
it make Brer Rabbit feel mighty sorry, en no sooner is he feel sorry dan
he hol' he coat-tails out de way en slid down de bank fer ter see w'at
he kin do.

"W'en he git down dar Brer Wolf ax 'im please, sir, kin he he'p 'im wid
de removance er dat ar rock, en Brer Rabbit 'low he 'speck he kin; en
wid dat Brer Wolf holler en tell 'im fer mussy sake won't he whirl in en
do it, w'ich Brer Rabbit tuck'n ketch holt er de rock en hump hisse'f,
en 't wa'n't long 'fo' he git a purchis on it, en, bless yo' soul, he
lif' 'er up des lak nigger at de log-rollin'.

"Hit tu'n out dat Brer Wolf aint hurted much, en w'en he fine dis out,
he tuck'n tuck a notion dat ef he ev' gwine git he revengeance out'n
Brer Rabbit, right den wuz de time, en no sooner does dat come 'cross he
min' dan he tuck'n gra