tch holt er de bag en sorter feel un it, en time
he do dis, he year sump'n' holler:

"'Ow! Go 'way! Lem me 'lone! Tu'n me loose! Ow!'

"Brer Rabbit jump back 'stonish'd. Den 'fo' you kin wink yo' eye-ball,
Brer Rabbit slap hisse'f on de leg en break out in a laugh. Den he up'n
'low:

"'Ef I aint make no mistakes, dat ar kinder fuss kin come fum nobody in
de roun' worl' but ole Brer Tarrypin.'

"Brer Tarrypin, he holler, sezee: 'Aint dat Brer Rabbit?'

"'De same,' sezee.

"'Den whirl in en tu'n me out. Meal dus' in my th'oat, grit in my eye,
en I aint kin git my breff, skacely. Tu'n me out, Brer Rabbit.'

"Brer Tarrypin talk lak somebody down in a well. Brer Rabbit, he holler
back:

"'Youer lots smarter dan w'at I is, Brer Tarrypin--lots smarter. Youer
smarter en pearter. Peart ez I come yer, you is ahead er me. I know how
you git in de bag, but I dunner how de name er goodness you tie yo'se'f
up in dar, dat I don't.'

"Brer Tarrypin try ter splain, but Brer Rabbit keep on laughin', en he
laugh twel he git he fill er laughin'; en den he tuck'n ontie de bag en
take Brer Tarrypin out en tote 'im 'way off in de woods. Den, w'en he
done dis, Brer Rabbit tuck'n run off en git a great big hornet-nes' w'at
he see w'en he comin' long--"

"A hornet's nest, Uncle Remus?" exclaimed the little boy, in amazement.

"Tooby sho', honey. 'T aint bin a mont' sence I brung you a great big
hornet-nes', en yer you is axin' dat. Brer Rabbit tuck'n slap he han'
'cross de little hole whar de hornets goes in at, en dar he had um. Den
he tuck'n tuck it ter Brer Fox house, en put it in de bag whar Brer
Tarrypin bin.

"He put de hornet-nes' in dar," continued Uncle Remus, lowering his
voice, and becoming very grave, "en den he tie up de bag des lak he
fine it. Yit 'fo' he put de bag back in de cornder, w'at do dat creetur
do? I aint settin' yer," said the old man, seizing his chair with both
hands, as if by that means to emphasize the illustration, "I aint
settin' yer ef dat ar creetur aint grab dat bag en slam it down 'g'in
de flo', en hit it 'g'in de side er de house twel he git dem ar hornets
all stirred up, en den he put de bag back in de cornder, en go out in de
bushes ter whar Brer Tarrypin waitin', en den bofe un um sot out dar en
wait fer ter see w'at de upshot gwine ter be.

"Bimeby, yer come Brer Fox back fum he watermillion-patch en he look lak
he mighty mad. He strak he cane down 'pun de groun', en do lak he gwine
take