folks aint
got,--good luck, long head, quick eye, en slick fingers. But no marter
'bout dat, he got de money; en w'en you sorter grow up so you kin knock
'roun', 't won't be long 'fo' some un'll take en take you off 'roun' de
cornder en tell you dat 't aint make no diffunce whar de money come fum
so de man got it. Dey won't tell you dat in de meeting-house, but dey'll
come mighty nigh it.

"But dat aint needer yer ner dar. Mr. Man, he come a-drivin' 'long de
big road, en he got a waggin full er money. Brer Rabbit, he come
a-lippity-clippitin' 'long de big road, en he aint got no waggin full
er money. Ole Brer Rabbit, he up'n tuck a notion dat dey's sump'n' wrong
some'rs, 'kaze ef dey wa'n't, he 'ud have des ez much waggin en money ez
Mr. Man. He study, en study, en he can't make out how dat is. Bimeby he
up'n holler out:

"'Mr. Man, please, sir, lemme ride.'

"Mr. Man, he tuck'n stop he waggin, en 'low:

"'Heyo, Brer Rabbit! how come dis? You comin' one way en I gwine nudder;
how come you wanter ride?'

"Brer Rabbit, he up'n scratch hisse'f on de back er de neck wid he
behime foot, en holler out:

"'Mr. Man, yo' sho'ly can't be 'quainted 'long wid me. I'm one er dem
ar ole-time kinder folks w'at aint a-keerin' w'ich way deyer gwine long
ez deyer ridin'.'"

The little boy laughed a sympathetic laugh, showing that he heartily
endorsed this feature of Brother Rabbit's programme.

"Atter so long a time," Uncle Remus went on, "Mr. Man 'gree ter let Brer
Rabbit ride a little piece. He try ter git Brer Rabbit fer ter ride upon
de seat wid 'im so dey kin git ter 'sputin' 'n'er, but Brer Rabbit say
he fear'd he fall off, en he des tuck'n sot right flat down in de bottom
er de waggin, en make lak he fear'd ter move.

"Bimeby, w'iles dey goin' down hill, en Mr. Man hatter keep he eye on de
hosses, Brer Rabbit he tuck'n fling out a great big hunk er de money.
Dez ez de money hit de groun' Brer Rabbit holler out:

"'_Ow_!'

"Mr. Man look 'roun' en ax w'at de marter. Brer Rabbit 'low:

"'Nothin' 't all, Mr. Man, 'ceppin' you 'bout ter jolt my jaw-bone
a-loose.'

"Dey go on little furder, en Brer Rabbit fling out 'n'er hunk er de
money. W'en she hit de groun', Brer Rabbit holler:

"'_Blam_!'

"Mr. Man look 'roun' en ax w'at de marter. Brer Rabbit 'low:

"'Nothin' 't all, Mr. Man, 'ceppin' I seed a jaybird flyin' 'long, en I
make lak I had a gun.'

"Hit keep on dis a-way twel fus' news you know Mr. Man aint got a