whistling sound in his throat, that was a marvelous imitation of
a sparrow's chirp, and the little boy clapped his hands with
delight, and insisted on a repetition.

"Dis kinder tarrify Brer Rabbit, en he skasely know w'at he gwine
do; but bimeby he study ter hisse'f dat de man w'at see Brer Fox
fus wuz boun' ter have de inturn, en den he go hoppin' off to'rds
home. He didn't got fur w'en who should he meet but Brer Fox, en
den Brer Rabbit, he open up:

"'W'at dis twix' you en me, Brer Fox?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'I
hear tell you gwine ter sen' me ter 'struckshun, en nab my
fambly, en 'stroy my shanty,' sezee.

"'Den Brer Fox he git mighty mad. 'Who bin tellin' you all dis?'
sezee.

"Brer Rabbit make like he didn't want ter tell, but Brer Fox he
'sist en 'sist, twel at las' Brer Rabbit he up en tell Brer Fox
dat he hear Jack Sparrer say all dis.

"'Co'se,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'w'en Brer Jack Sparrer tell me
dat I flew up, I did, en I use some langwidge w'ich I'm mighty
glad dey weren't no ladies 'round' nowhars so dey could hear me
go on, sezee.

"Brer Fox he sorter gap, he did, en say he speck he better be
sa'nter'n on. But, bless yo' soul, honey, Brer Fox ain't sa'nter
fur, 'fo' Jack Sparrer flipp down on a 'simmon-bush by de side er
de road, en holler out: