Monday, December 10, 2018

C004. Brer Rabbit and the Brier Patch

4. How Mr. Rabbit Was Too Sharp for Mr. Fox. Text Source: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material and standardized the spelling; click here for the original spelling plus all notes to the story.


BRER RABBIT and the BRIER-PATCH

When Brer Fox find Brer Rabbit mixed up with the Tar-Baby, he feel mighty good, and he roll on the ground and laugh.

By and by he up and say, says he, "Well, I 'spect I got you this time, Brer Rabbit," says he; "maybe I ain't, but I 'spect I is. You been runnin' roun' here sassin' after me a mighty long time, but I 'spect you done come to the en' of the row. You been cuttin' up yo' capers and bouncin' 'roun' in this neighborhood till you come to b'lieve yo'se'f the boss of the whole gang. An' then you off always somewheres where you got no business," says Brer Fox, says he. "Who ask you for to come and strike up a 'quaintance with this here Tar-Baby? An' who stuck you up there where you is? Nobody in the roun' worl'. You jus' took and jam yo'se'f on that Tar-Baby without waitin' for any invite," says Brer Fox, says he, "an' there you is, and there you'll stay till I fixes up a brush-pile an' fires her up, 'cause I'm goin' to barbecue you this day, sure," says Brer Fox, says he.


Then Brer Rabbit talk mighty humble. "I don't care what
you do with me, Brer Fox," says he, "so you don't fling me in that brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox," says he, "but don't fling me in that brier-patch," says he.

"It's so much trouble for to kindle a fire," says Brer Fox, says he, "that I 'spect I'll have to hang you," says he.

"Hang me just as high as you please, Brer Fox," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "but do for the Lord's sake don't fling me in that brier-patch," says he.


"I ain't got no string," says Brer Fox, says he, "an' now I 'spect I'll have drown you," says he.

"Drown me just as deep as you please, Brer Fox," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "but do don't fling me in that brier-patch," says he.

"There ain't no water nigh," says Brer Fox, says he, "an' now I 'spect I'll have to skin you," says he.

"Skin me, Brer Fox," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "snatch out my eyeballs, tear out my ears by the roots, and cut off my legs," says he, "but do please, Brer Fox, don't fling me in that brier-patch," says he.

Course Brer Fox want to hurt Brer Rabbit bad as he can, so he catch him by the behind legs and slung him right in the middle of the brier-patch.


There was a considerable flutter where Brer Rabbit struck the bushes, and Brer Fox sort of hang 'round for to see what was going to happen.

By and by he hear somebody call him, and way up the hill he see Brer Rabbit sitting crosslegged on a chinkapin log combing the pitch out of his hair with a chip. Then Brer Fox know that he been swap off mighty bad.


Brer Rabbit was pleased for to fling back some of his sass, and he holler out, "Bred and born in a brier-patch, Brer Fox—bred and born in a brier-patch!"


And with that he skip out just as lively as a cricket in the embers.

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