Fox call Brer Tarrypin Stinkin' Jim,' sez she, en den Miss
Meadows en de gals make great wonderment how Brer Fox kin talk
dat a way 'bout nice man like Brer Tarrypin.

"But bless grashus, honey! w'ilst all dis gwine on, Brer Fox wuz
stannin' at de back do' wid one year at de cat-hole lissenin'.
Eave-drappers don't hear no good er deyse'f, en de way Brer Fox
wuz 'bused dat day wuz a caution.

"Bimeby Brer Fox stick his head in de do', en holler out:

"'Good evenin', fokes, I wish you mighty well,' sezee, en wid dat
he make a dash for Brer Rabbit, but Miss Meadows en de gals dey
holler en squall, dey did, en Brer Tarrypin he got ter scramblin'
roun' up dar on de shelf, en off he come, en blip he tuck Brer
Fox on de back er de head. Dis sorter stunted Brer Fox, en w'en
he gedder his 'membunce de mos' he seed wuz a pot er greens turnt
over in de fireplace, en a broke cheer. Brer Rabbit wuz gone, en
Brer Tarrypin wuz gone, en Miss Meadows en de gals wuz gone.

"Where did the Rabbit go, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked,
after a pause.

"Bless yo' soul, honey! Brer Rabbit he skint up de chimbly--dat's
w'at turnt de pot er greens over. Brer Tarrypin, he crope under
de bed, he did, en got behime de cloze-chist, en Miss Meadows en
de gals, dey run out in de yard.

"Brer Fox, he sorter look roun' en feel or de back er his head,
whar Brer Tarrypin lit, but he don't see no sine er Brer Rabbit.