wuz all scrambling' 'roun' tryin' fer ter git Brer Tarrypin a
cheer, Brer Rabbit, he pick 'im up en put 'im on de shelf whar de
water-bucket sot, en ole Brer Tarrypin, he lay back up dar, he
did, des es proud ez a nigger wid a cook possum.

"Co'se de talk fell on Brer Fox, en Miss Meadows en de gals make
a great 'miration 'bout w'at a gaily ridin'-hoss Brer Fox wuz, en
dey make lots er fun, en laugh en giggle same like gals duz deze
days. Brer Rabbit, he sot dar in de cheer smokin' his seegyar, en
he sorter cle'r up his th'oat, en say, sezee:

"I'd er rid 'im over dis mawnin', ladies,' sezee, but I rid 'im
so hard yistiddy dat he went lame in de off fo' leg, en I speck
I'll hatter swop 'im off yit,' sezee.

"Den Brer Tarrypin, he up'n say, sezee:

"'Well, ef you gwineter sell 'im, Brer Rabbit,' sezee, 'sell him
some'rs out'n dis naberhood, kase he done bin yer too long now,'
sezee. 'No longer'n day 'fo' yistiddy,' sezee, 'Brer Fox pass me
on de road, en whatter you reckin he say?' sezee:

"'Law, Brer Tarrypin,' sez Miss Meadows, sez she, 'you don't mean
ter say he cusst?' sez she, en den de gals hilt der fans up 'fo'
der faces.

"'Oh, no, ma'am,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee, 'he didn't cusst, but
he holler out--"Heyo, Stinkin' Jim!"' sezee.

"'Oh, my! You hear dat, gals?' sez Miss Meadows, sez she; 'Brer