"Dat w'at make I say w'at I duz, honey. In dis worl', lots er
fokes is gotter suffer fer udder fokes sins. Look like hit's
mighty wrong; but hit's des dat away. Tribbalashun seem like
she's a waitin' roun' de cornder fer ter ketch one en all un us,
honey."


XVIII. MR. RABBIT FINDS HIS MATCH AT LAST

"HIT look like ter me dat I let on de udder night dat in dem days
w'en de creeturs wuz santer'n 'roun' same like fokes, none un um
wuz brash nuff fer ter ketch up wid Brer Rabbit," remarked Uncle
Remus, reflectively.

"Yes," replied the little boy, "that's what you said."

"Well, den," continued the old man with unction, "dar's whar my
'membunce gin out, kaze Brer Rabbit did git kotched up wid, en
hit cool 'im off like po'in' spring water on one er deze yer
biggity fices."

"How was that, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.

"One day w'en Brer Rabbit wuz gwine lippity-clippitin' down de
road, he meet up wid ole Brer Tarrypin, en atter dey pass de time
er day wid wunner nudder, Brer Rabbit, he 'low dat he wuz much
'blije ter Brer Tarrypin fer de han' he tuck in de rumpus dat day
down at Miss Meadows's."

"When he dropped off of the water-shelf on the Fox's head,"