Classic Audiobook Collection - Uncle Remus and Friends - 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris ~ Full Audiobook [folklore]

Episode Date: February 2, 2023

Uncle Remus and Friends - 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris audiobook. Genre: folklore Uncle Remus, that genial old storyteller, knows how to spin these wonderful tales about the 'criteers' that the little 6 year old boy (and many of us adults!) love to listen to. Yet the 'Brer Rabbit and 'Brer Fox and the others sound a lot like the people all around us. They tell stories about personalities and faults and virtues in a way that is unique to Uncle Remus. As the shadows grow longer outside, draw up a rocking chair next to the little boy, settle back and listen to the wise old man tell these stories. These 17 stories were specially chosen from Uncle Remus: His Songs and Sayings and include The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story, Miss Cow falls a Victim to Mr. Rabbit; Mr. Fox and the Deceitful Frogs; Mr. Rabbit grossly deceives Mr. Fox and lots of others. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:05:57) Chapter 02 (00:10:51) Chapter 03 (00:15:44) Chapter 04 (00:20:55) Chapter 05 (00:26:43) Chapter 06 (00:35:08) Chapter 07 (00:43:13) Chapter 08 (00:48:38) Chapter 09 (00:56:25) Chapter 10 (01:04:10) Chapter 11 (01:10:27) Chapter 12 (01:14:58) Chapter 13 (01:21:41) Chapter 14 (01:25:08) Chapter 15 (01:29:08) Chapter 16 (01:34:58) Chapter 17 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Uncle Remus initiates the little boy. One evening recently the lady whom Uncle Remus calls Miss Sally missed her little seven-year-old, making search for him through the house and through the yard. She heard the sound of voices in the old man's cabin and, looking through the window, saw the child sitting by Uncle Remus. His head rested against the old man's arm, and he was gazing with an expression of the most intense interest into the rough weather-beaten face that beamed so kindly upon him. This is what Miss Sally heard.

By and by one day out of Bra Fox's been doing all that he could for to catch Brab Rabbit, and Brer Rabbit been doing all he could for to keep him from it. Brough Fox says to himself that he'd put up a game on Brer Rabbit, and he ain't got mowing the words out in his mouth twill brerrub, rabbit, come a loping up the big road looking dust as plump and his fat and as sassy as a morgan horse and a barley patch. Hold on down, bro rabbit, says Brough Fox, says he. I ain't got time, bro, Fox, says he, sort of mending his licks.

I want to have some corn fad with you, bro, rabbit, says he. All right, bro, Fox, but you better holler from where you stand. monstrous full of fleas this morning, says Brough Rabbit, says he. I see brr bar yesterday, says Brough Fox, says he, and he sort of raked me over the coals, cause you and me ain't made friends and live neighborly, and I told him that I'd see you. Then Brow rabbit scratch one year with his off hind foot sort of jubously, and then he ups and says, says he, all a-a-setting, bro, Fox, suppose you drop round to-morrow and take dinner with me we ain't got no great doings at our house but i spect the old woman and the chilling can sort of scramble round and get up somethin for the stay your stomach

i'm griable bro rabbit says he then i'll pin on you says brou rabbit says he next day mr rabbit and miss rabbit got up soon fo day and raided on our garden like miss sally's out there and got some cabbages and some roasts and ears and some spargras and they fix up a smashing dinner by and by one of the little rabbits playing out in the back yard come running in hollering oh ma oh ma i see mr fox are coming and then bruh rabbit he took the chillin's by there is and made em sat down and then him and miss rabbit sort of dally round waiting for brou fox and they keep on waiting for brou fox and they keep on waiting but no brou fox ain't come at a while bruh rabbit goes to the dough easy like and peep out and dar sticking from behind the corner was the tipin the bro fox tail then brer rabbit shot de do sat down and put his paws behind his ears and began for the sing the place whereabouts you spill de greene right there you are bound to slide and where you find a bunch of har you sho'n't hide next day broufax saunt word by mr mink excuse himself cause he was too sick for to come and he asks bror rabbit for to come and take dinner with him and brer rabbit say he was greeble by and by when the shatters was at dar shorthus bruh rabbit He sort of brush up and saunter down to Brough Fox's house, and when he got dar, he hears somebody groaning. And he look in the door, and there he see Brough Fox, sitting up in a rocking chair, all wrap up with flannel, and he looked mild a weak. Brough rabbit look all round he did, but he ain't seen no dinner. The dishpan was sitting on the table, and close by was a carving-knife.

Looks like you want to have chicken for dinner, brough fox, says Brow Rabbit, says he. Yes, bro, rabbit, they are nice and fresh and tender, says he. Then Brough Rabbit sort of pull his mustache and see, You ain't got no clamus root issue, bro, Fox. I don't got so now that I can't eat no chicken excepting she's seasoned up with clamorous root. And with that, Broward, Lipped out the door and dodge among the bushes, and sot die watching for pro Fox. And he ain't watched long nutter, cause bro Fox flung off the flannel and croup out of the house,

and got where he could close in on Brow Rabbit, and by and by, Brer Rabbit holler out, Oh, bro, Fox, I just put your clamber's fruit out here on this year stump. Better come and get it while he's fresh, and with that, Brer Rabbit gallop off home. And brofax ain't never caught him yet. And what's mo, honey? He ain't guant. End of. Uncle Remus initiates the little boy.

Chapter 2 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Libra Box recording is in the public domain. The Wonderful Tar Baby Story Didn't the Fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus? asked the little boy the next evening. He come mind and I it, honey, shows you born,

Brough Fox did. One day, at a brer rabbit fool him with that calamus root, Brough Fox went to work and got him some tar, and mixed it with some turking time, and fix up a corn-traption what he call a tar-baby, and he took this year a tar-baby, and he sotted in the big road, and then he lay off into bushes for to see what to know,

was going to be, and he didn't have to wait long, nutter, cause by and by, here come bruh r'r rabbit, pacing down the road, lippity, clippity, clippity, clippity, lippity, just as sassy a j-bird. Brough fox, he lay low. Brough rabbit come prancing long, twill he spy the ta-baby, and then he fetch up on his behind leg, like he was astonished. The ta-baby, she sought dar she did, and brer-fox, he lay low. "'Mawning,' says Brer Rabbit, says he.

"'Nice wetter this morning,' says he. "'Tor baby ain't saying nothing, and, bro, fox, he lay low. "'How does your symptoms seem to sagacuate?' says Brer Rabbit, says he. "'Brough, fox, he wink his eyes slow and lay low, "'and the tall baby, she ain't saying nothing. "'How you come on, then, is you deaf?' says Brer Rabbit, says he. "'Cause if you is, I can holler loud. says he. Tall baby, stay still. And, bro, Fox, he lay low.

You stuck up, that's what you is, says Brer Rabbit, says he. And I'm going to kill you. That's what I'm going to do, says he. Brough Fox, he sort of chuckle in the stomach he did, but Taar baby ain't saying nothing. I'm going to learn you how to talk to suspectable folks. If it's the last sack, says Brer Rabbit, says he. And if you don't take off that hat and tell me howdy, I'm going to bus you wide open, says he.

Tall baby, stay still. And, bro, Fox, he lay low. Brough rabbit keep on axing him, and the tall baby, she keep on a saying nothing. Well, presently, Brer Rabbit draw back with his fist he did, and blip he took a side of the head.

Right, dire, where he broke his molasses jug. His fist stuck, and he can't pull loose. The tall helped him. But tall baby, she stays still, and brother Fox,

he lay low. If you don't let me loose, I'll knock you again, says brer rabbit, says he, and with that he fought your white with the other hand, and dad stuck. Tall baby,

she ain't saying nothing, and bro fox, he lay low. Turn me loose, for I kick the natch o stuffin' out of you, says Br'R Rabbit, says he, but the tall baby, she ain't saying nothing. She does head on, and the brer rabbit lose the use of his feet in the same way. Brough fox, he lay low.

Then Brough rabbits squall out that if the tall baby don't turn him loose, he butt or crank-sided, and then he butted, and his head got stuck. Then, bro, Fox, he sauntered forth, looking just as innocent as one of your mama's mockingbirds. "'Hidy, bro, Rabbit,' says Brou Fox, says he. "'You look sort of stuck up this morning,' says he, and then he rolled on the ground and laughed and laughed, well he couldn't laugh no more. I spec you'll take dinner with me this time, bro, rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, and I ain't want to take no scoose, says brough, Fox, says he.

Here, Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the ashes. Did the fox eat the rabbit? asked the little boy, to whom the story had been told. That's all de fur the tale goes, replied the old man. He mought, and then again he mottin. Some say Judge Barr come long and loosed him, Some say he didn't. I hear Miss Sally calling. You better run long.

End of the wonderful Tar Baby story. Chapter 3 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Chole Chandler Harris. This Libra Vox recording is in the public domain. How Mr. Rabbit was too sharp for Mr. Fox? Uncle Remus, said little boy one evening, when he had found the old man with little or nothing to do. Did the fox kill and eat the rabbit when he caught him with the Tor baby?

"'Law, honey, and I tell you about that,' replied the old darky, chuckling slightly. "'I cladda gracious I ought to tell you that, but old man nod was riding on my eyelids till a little moan I'd a disremembered my own name, and then on to that, here comes your mammy hollering out of you. What I tell you when I first begun? I told you, Brow Rabbit, was a monster-sum. soon creed her leastways that's what i laid out for to tell you well then honey don't you go and make no other calculations cause in them days brou rabbit and his family was at the head of the gang when any racket was on hand and there they stayed foe you begins for to wipe your eyes about brer rabbit you wait and see whereabouts brer rabbit want to fetch up at but that's neither yerna down when brough fox find brer rabbit mixed up with the tar baby, he feel mighty good, and he rolled on the ground and laugh, by and by he up and say, says he,

"'Well, I speck I got you this time, bro, rabbit,' says he. Maybe I ain't, but I speck I is. You been running rounds here sassing out of me a mighty long time, but I spec you done come to the end of the road. You've been cutting up your capers and bouncing round in this neighborhood until you come to believe yourself the boss of the whole gang. And then you are all the summers where you got no business, says Brough Fox, says he. Who asks for you to come and strike up acquaintance with this year, Tar Baby?

And who struck you up there where you is? Nobody in the round world. You just tuck and jam your cell phone that ta baby without waiting for any invite, says he. And Dar you is. and thou you'll stay twill i fixes up a breast pile and fires her up cause i'm goin to barbecue you dis day show says brough fox says e then brough rabbit talk mighty umble i don't care what you do with me brough fox says he so you don't flame me in that briar-patch roast me brough fox says he but don't flame me in that briar-patch says he it's so much trouble for the candle of fire says broufax Susie.

Did I expect I'll have to hang you, Sissy? Hang me just as high as you please, bro, Fox, says Brow Rabbit, Sizzy. But do, for the laws sake, don't fling me in that briar patch, Sizzy. I ain't got no string, says Brow Fox, Sissy. And now I spec I'll how to drown you, Sissy. Oh, drown me this as deep as you please, bro, Fox, says Brow rabbit, Sissy. But do, don't. Don't fling me in that briar patch, says he.

They ain't no water nigh, says he, and now I expect I'll have to skin you, says he. Skin me, bro, fox, says he. Snatch out my eyeballs, tear out my ears by the roots and cut off my legs, says he. But do, please, bro, fox, don't fling me in the briar patch, says he. Of course, bro, fox, won't a hurt bro rabbit bad? as he in. So he caught him by the behind legs and slung him right in the middle of the bride patch. There was a considerable flutter where Brough rabbit struck the bushes, and Bro Fox sort of hang round for to see what was going to happen. By and by, he hears somebody call him in way up the hill. He sees Bro Rabbit sitting cross-legged on a chink of pen log,

coming the pitch out of his hair with a chip. Then, Brough Fox know that he been swap off mighty bad. Brough Rabbit was bleased for the fling back some of his sass, and he hollered out, "'Bred and bonn in the bri-patch, bro, fox. Bread and bon in the briar-patch. And with that, he skip out just as lively as a cricket in the embers. End of how Mr. Rabbit was too sharp for Mr. Fox. Chapter 4 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris.

This Libravox recording is in the public domain. The Story of the Deluge and How It Came About. One time, said Uncle Remus, adjusting his spectacles, so asked to be able to see how to thread a large darny needle with which he was patching his coat. One time, wee back yonder, for you was born, honey, and four maz-as-john and Miss Sally was born, way back under for any of us was born, the animals and the creedars saw a lectionaire round among themselves, till at last they greed for to have an assembly. In them days, continued the old man, observing a look of incredulity on the little boy's face,

in them days Cretors had lots more sense than they got now, let alone that they had since same like folk. It was touch and go with them too, man, and when they make up their minds, what had to be done? Twain more than mentioned for it was done. Well, they elected that they had a whole assembly for the sort of straightened out matters and hear the complaints, and when the day come, they was on hand. The lion he was dar, because he was the king, and he had to be there. The rhino-nossos-horse, he was dair, and the elephant he was there.

was dar and the camels and the cows and plumbed down to the crawfishes they was dar they was all dar and when the line shook his mane and took his seat in the big cheer then the assembly begun for the commence what did they do uncle remus asked the little boy i can't scarcely call to mind exactly what they did do but they spoke speeches and hollered and cussed and flung the language round just like when your dad was going to run for the legislature and got left. How some ever, they arranged for the fares and spleen the business, by and by while they was sputing longer one another. The elephant tromped on one of the crawfishes, because when that creeter put his foot down, what some evers under there was bound for to be squished,

and there was enough of that crawfish left to tell that he been there. This make the other crawfishes might have been, mad, and they sort of swarmed together and drawed up a kind of preamble, with some waifles in it and red-ir-out in the assembly. But bless gracious, such a racket was gone on, but that nobody ain't hear it, excepting maybe the mud turtle and the spring lizard, and their influence was powerful lacking. By and by while the unicorn was sputin' with the lion, and while the hyena was laughing to himself. The elephant squashed another one of the crawfishes, and a little moe and

he'd a root to my turtle. Then the crawfishers, what they was left of them, swarmed together and drawed up another preamble, with some mole where foes, and they might as well as sung old Dan Tucker to a hurricane. The other cretors was too busy with the fussing, for the spawned unto the crawfishers. So there there there was, the crawfishers, and they didn't know. what minute was goin to be the next and they kept on getting madder and madder and skeeter twill by and by they gunn to wink at the mud turtle and the spring lizard and then they bowed little holes in the ground and went down out of sight who did uncle remus asked the little boy de crawfish's honey they bowed into the ground and kept on bowing twill they loose the fountains of the earth and the water squirt out and ris higher and higher twill the hills was covered, and the creedars was all drowned,

and all because they let on amongst themselves, the day was bigger than the crawfishes. Then the old man blew the ashes from a smoking yam, and proceeded to remove the peeling. "'Where was the ark, Uncle Remus?' The little boy inquired presently. "'Which arc's dad?' asked the old man, in a tone of well-fained curiosity.

"'No's ark,' replied the child. "'Don't you pest the widow, man, Noah, honey? "'Aubon he took care of that ark. "'That's what he was there for, and that's what he done. "'At least ways, that's what they tells me. "'Don't you bother along that ark, exceptin your old mamma fetches it up? "'They might have been two deludgers, and then again they mortoned. "'And if there was any ark in this year what the crawfishers brung on,

I ain't heard tell on it. And when they ain't ain't got no time for to make them up and put them in'ar. It's getting your bedtime, honey. End of The Story of the Deluge and How It Came About. Chapter 5 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Lieber Fox recording is in the public domain. Why Mr. Possum loves peace. One night, said Uncle R.

Remus, taking Miss Sally's little boy on his knee and stroking the child's hair thoughtfully and caressingly. One night, Broughpossum called by for Burcoon, caught in agreement, and at a gobbling up a dish of fried greens and smoking a cigar, they ramble for it for to see how the balance of the settlement was getting long. Bracoon, he was one of these, yeah, natural paces, and he racked long, same as Ma's Johns'un's, bay pony. And brough possum, he went in a hand gallop, and they got over a heap of ground, man. Brupossum, he got his belly full of Simmons, and brocun, he scoop up abundance of frogs and tatpoles. They amble long they did. Disassociable as a basket of kittens. Twelve by and by they hear Mr. Dog talking to himself way off in the woods. "'Sposing he runs up on us, brough possum, what you going to do?' says Bracoon, says he.

"'Brupposom sort of laugh round the corners of his mouth. "'Oh, if he comes, Bracoon, I'm going to stand by you,' says Brutossum. "'What you want to do?' says he. "'Who, me?' says Bracoon. "'If he run on to me, I'll give him one twist,' says he. "'Did the dog come?' asked the little boy. "'Go way, honey,' responded the old man in an impressive tone. "'Go away, Mr. Dog, he come and he come a-z-z-oom-in'-he-n-he-a-wait, and he-come-a-z-o-n-e-n-wait, and he-come-e-n-wait, and he ain't wait for to say, how-de-neater.

He does sails into the two of them. The ver-first pass he make, Brough possum fetch a grin from year to year, and keel over like he was dead. Then, Mr. Dog, he sail into Bracoon, and right dars where he dropped his money-purs, "'because Bracoon was cut out for that kind of business, "'and he fairly wiped up the face of the earth with him. "'You better believe that when Mr. Dole got a chance to make himself scarce, "'he took it. "'And what there was left of him went ski-daddling through the woods

"'like it was shot out in the musket. "'And Bracoon, he sort of lick his clothes into shape and rack off, "'and, brough possum, he laid down like he was dead, twill by and by he raise up sort of kia for lake, and when he find de coase clear, he scrambled up and scamp off like something was out of him. Here Uncle Remus paused long enough to pick up a live coal of fire in his fingers, transfer it to the palm of his hand, and thence to his clay pipe, which he had been filling, a proceeding that was viewed by the little boy with undisguised admiration.

The old man then proceeded. Next time Brother Possum met Bracoon, Bracoon foos to spawn to his howdy, and dismayed Brough possum feel mighty bad, seen as how they used to make so many scursions together. What make you hold your head so high, Bracoon? Says Broughpossum, says he. I ain't running with collars these days, says Bracoon.

When I wants you, I sin for you, says he. then brough possum get mighty mad who's any coward says he you is says brer coon that's who i ain't associating with them what lays down on the ground and plays dead when there's a free fight goin on says he then brough possum grinny laughed fit to kill himself law brocoon you don't speck i done that cause i was fear did you says he why i want no more fear than you is this minute. What was they for to be scared on, says he? I know you'd get away with Mr. Dog if I didn't, and I just lay there watching you shaking, waiting for to put in when the time come, says he. Bracoon, turn up his nose. That's a mighty likely tale, says he, when Mr. dog ain't going to touch you for you keel over and lay down stiff, says he. That's just what I was going to tell you about, says Brub, Possible.

says he. I want no more scared than you is right now, and I was fixing for to give Mr. Dog a sample of my jaw, says he, but I'm the most ticklish chap what you ever laid eyes on, and no sooner did Mr. Dog put his nose down, yeah, among my ribs, then I got to laughing, and I laughed, well, I ain't had no use of my limbs, says he, and it's a mercy unto Mr. Dog that I was ticklish, because a little more, and I'd a ed him up. says he. I don't mind fighting, brocoon. No more than you does, says he, but I declare the gracious if I can stand tickling. Get me in a row where there ain't no tickling loud, and I'm your man, says he. And down to this day, continued Uncle Remus, watching the smoke from his pipe curl upward over the little boy's head. Down to this day, brough, possums bound to surrender

when you touch him into short ribs. And he laughed if he knows. he's going to be smashed for it. End of Why Mr. Possum Loves Peace. Chapter 6 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Lieber Fox recording is in the public domain. Mr. Rabbit grossly deceives Mr. Fox.

One evening when the little boy, whose nights with Uncle Remus were as entertaining as those Arabian ones of blessed memory, had finished supper and hurried out to sit with his venerable patron. He found the old man in greatly. Indeed, Uncle Remus was talking and laughing to himself at such a rate that the little boy was afraid he had company. The truth is, Uncle Remus had heard the child coming,

and when the rosy-cheeked chap put his head in at the door was engaged in a monologue, the burden of which seemed to be, "'Oh, molly-ha, what you doing, dar, sitting in the corner smoking your cigar.' As a matter of course, this vague illusion reminded the little boy the fact that the wicked fox was still in pursuit of the rabbit, and he immediately put his curiosity in the shape of a question. Uncle Remus, did the rabbit have to go clean away when he got loose from the tar-baby? "'Bless gracious, honey, that he didn't.

"'Who, him? You don't know nothing tall about Brub, "'if that's the way you putting him down. What he gone away for? "'He oughta-mortar stayed sort of close twill the pitch rub off in his ha'er, "'but twint many days, for he was loping up and down the neighborhood, "'same as ever, and I don't know if he wasn't more sassier than before. "'Seems like the tale about how he got mixed up with the tar-baby, got round mongster neighbors, at leastways Miss Meadows and the gals got wind of it,

and the next time Brough Rabbit paid him a visit, Miss Meadows tackled them about it, and the gals sought up a monstrous gigglement. Brer Rabbit, he sought up just as cool as the cow-comber he did, and let him run on. Who is Miss Meadows, Uncle Remus? inquired the little boy. Don't ask me, honey.

She was in detail. Miss Meadows and the gals was, in detail I give you like it were gunn to me. Brough Rabbit, he sought there he did, sought a lamb-like, and then by and by. He crossed his legs, he did, and wink his eyes slow, and up and say, says he. Ladies, brough fox was my daddy's riding-horse for thirty-year,

maybe more, but thirty-year that I nosen, says he. And then he paid him his specs and tip his beaver, and march off he did, just as stiff and stuck up as a fire stick. Next day, Brother Fox come a-calling, and when he gunned for the laugh about brer rabbit, Miss Meadows and the gals, deups and tells him about what brer rabbits say. Then, bro, Fox grid his tushish show, enough he did, and he looked mighty dumpy, but when he rise for the go, he up and say, says he, "'Ladies, I ain't sputing what you say, but I'll make Brough Rabbit char up his words and spin him out right here where you can see him,' says he.

And with that off Brough Fox putt. And when he got into Big Road, he shook the dew off in his tail, and made a straight shoot for Brough Rabbit's house. When he got dar, Brer Rabbit was specking of him, and the dough was shut fast. Brough Fox knock. Nobody ain't answer. Bro, Fox knock, nobody answer. Then he knock again, blam, blam. Then, bro rabbit, hollow out mighty week. Is that you, bro, fox? I want you to run fetch the doctor.

That beta-pooosely what I ate this morning is getting away with me. Do please, bro, fox, run quick, says Brow rabbit, says he. I come out of you, bro rabbit, says he. "'Sas, brough Fox,' says he. "'There's going to be a party up in Miss Meadows,' says he. "'All the gals will be there. And I promise that I'd fetch you. The gals, day loud, that hit wouldn't be no party excepting I fought you,' says Brough Fox, says he.

"'Then Brubr rabbits say he was too sick. And Brough Fox say he wasn't. And darry they had it up and down, sputing and contending. Brer rabbit say he can't walk. Brough fox say he told him. Rabbit say how? Bro, fox say in his arms. Brough rabbit say he'd drop him.

Brough fox allow he won't. By and by, Brough rabbit say he'd go if Brough Fox told him on his back. Brough Fox say he would. Brough rabbit say he can't ride without a saddle. Brough fox say he get the saddle. Brough rabbit say he can't sit and saddle lest he have bridle for the hold by. Brofax say he get the bridle. Brer Rabbit say he can't ride without blind bridle,

"'cause brough fox be shy and stumps along the road and fling him off. "'Brough Fox say he get blind bridle.' "'Then, brou rabbits, say he go. "'Then, broufax, say he ride brou rabbit most up to Miss Meadows "'and then he could get down and walk the balance of the way. "'Bru rabbit greed, and then broufax leapt out of the saddle and the bridle. "'Course, brou rabbit, no-de-cate. that brough fox was fixing for the play and he termined for to outdo him and by the time he combed his hair and twist his moustache and sort of rig up yeah come bro fox saddle and bridle on and looking as pert as a circus pony

he trot up to the door and stand there pawing the ground and chomping the bit same like show'n'n'n'n of horse and br'r rabbit he mount he did and de amble off brough fox can't see behind with the blind bridle on but by and by he feel brou rabbit raise one of his foot's what you do now bro rabbit says he shortening the left stub brough fox says he by and by brou rabbit raised the other foot what you do now bror rabbit says he pulling down my pants bro fox says he all this time bless gracious honey brou rabbit was putting on his spurs. And when they got close to Miss Meadows, where Brough Rabbit was to get off, and Brough Fox made a motion for to stand still, Brough Rabbit slapped the spurs into Brough Fox Flanks, and you better believe he got overground. When they got to the house, Miss Meadows and all the gals was sitting on the Pisa. Instead of stopping at the gate, Brough Rabbit went on by, he did, and then come galloping down the road and up to the horse rack, which he hitched bro Fox at,

and then he saunter into the house he did and shake hands with the gals, and set Darr smoking his cigar same as a town man. By and by he drew a long puff, and then let hit out in the cloud, and square himself back and how loud he did. "'Ladies, ain't I done tell you, bro, Fox, was the riding horse for our house, for our family. He's sort of losing his gait now, but I spec I can fetch him all right in a month or so, says he. And then, brough rabbit sort of grin he did, and the gal's giggle, and Miss Meadows. She preys up the pony, and Dar was brough, fox, hitch faster the rack, and couldn't help

hisself. Is that all Uncle Remus? asked the little boy as the old man paused. That ain't all, honey, but don't do for. for to give out too much cloth for to cut one power pants, replied the old man sententiously. End of Mr. Rabbit grossly deceives Mr. Fox. Chapter 7 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Lieberbox recording is in the public domain. Mr. Fox is again victimized. When Miss Sally's little boy went to Uncle Remus the next night,

to hear the conclusion of the adventure in which the rabbit made a riding-horse of the fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of Miss Meadows and the girls. He found the old man in a bad humor. "'I ain't telling no tales to bad chillings,' said Uncle Remus curtly. "'But Uncle Remus, I ain't been bad,' said the little boy plaintively. "'Who dat chunkin' them chickens this morning? Who dat knocking the folks' eyes with that yellow mamma sling just for dinner? Who that sickened that pinted puppy after my pig? Who that scatry in my engine sets?

Who that flinging rocks on top of my house? Which a little more in one of them would a drap spraying on my head? Well, now, Uncle Remus, I didn't go to do it. I won't do so any more. Please, Uncle Remus, if you will tell me, I'll run to the house and bring you. use some tea cakes." "'Seein' em's better than here tell em,' replied the old man. The severity of his countenance relaxing somewhat, but the little boy darted out, and in a few

minutes came running back with his pockets full and his hands full. "'Aly, old mammy auspishing that the rat's stomachs is widening in this neighborhood when she come for the count up of cakes,' said Uncle Remus, with a chuckle. "'These,' he continued. continued, dividing the cakes up into two equal parts. These are tackled now, and these are lay-by for Sunday." Let me see ya. I almost disremember whereabouts bro, fox, and brer rabbit was."

The rabbit rode the fox to Miss Meadows, and hitched him to the horse-rack, said the little boy. "'Why, cause he did,' said Uncle Remus. "'Cose he did. Well, brough-rabbit rid brough-fox up he did, and tied him to the and then sat out in the pisa with the gals a-smoking o his cigar with more proudness than what you most ever see they talk and they sing and they play on the piano the gals did twill by and by he'd come time for brer rabbit for the big wine and he'd tell em all good-bye and strut out to the horse-rack same as he was the king of the patter-rollers and then he mount brough fox and ride off.

Brother Fox ain't saying nothing tall. He does rack off he did and keep his mouth shut. And Brub Rabbit know that there was business cooking up for him, and he feel monstrous skittish. Brough Fox, and baloned twill he get to the long lane out of sight of Miss Meadow's house. And then he turned loose he did. He rip and he rar and he cuss and he swear, he snort, and he snort. and he coveought. What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus?

The little boy inquired. He was trying for the fling, Brough rabbit off in his back, bless your soul. But he just might as well wrestle with his own shatter. Every time he hump himself, Brough rabbit slapped the spurs in him, and there they had it up and down.

Brough Fox fell at toe up the ground he did, and he jumped so high, and he jumped so quick, that he might not snatch his own tail off. They keep on going on this way, to by and by, bro, Fox, lay down and roll over, he did, and this sort of unsettled, bro, rabbit, but by the time Brother Fox got back on his foots again,

Brough rabbit was gone through the underbrush more sameer than a racehorse. Brough Fox, he lit out of him, he did, and he pushed Brough Rabbit so close that it was about all he could do, for to get in a hotter tree. Whole too little for a bro Fox for to get in, so he had to lay down and rest and gather his mind together. While he was lay in there, Mr. Buzzard come flopping long,

and seeing Brough Fox stretch out on the ground, he lit and viewed the premises. Then Mr. Buzzard sort of shake his wing and put his head on one side and say to himself, like says he, brough fox dead and i so sorry says he no i ain't dead nutter said brou fox says he i got old man rabbit pent up in here says he and i'm goin to get him this time if it takes twill christmas says he then out of old palava bruffox make a bargain that mr buzzard was to watch the hole and keep brou rabbit de wiles broufax went out of his axe then broufaxe went out of his axe then broufaxe he lope off he did and mr buzzard he tuck up and stand at the hole by and by when i was get still bruh rabbit sort of scramble down close to the hole he did and holler out bro fox oh bro fox

bro fox done gone and nobody said nothing then brer rabbit squall out like he was mad says he you needn't talk lest you want em says he i knows you dar and i ain't kearing says he I just want to tell you that I wish mighty bad. Brough Turkey Buzzard was here, says he. Then Mr. Buzzard try to talk like Brough Fox. What you want with Mr. Buzzard, says he. Oh, nothing in tickler. Except there's the fattest gray squirrel in year that I ever see, says he. And if Brod Turkey Buzzard was around, he'd be mighty glad for to get him, says he.

How old Mr. Buzzard going to get him? says the buzzard says he well there's a little hole round on the other side of the tree says brer rabbit says he and if bro turkey buzzard was here so he could take up his stand there says he i'd drive that squirrel out says he drive him out then says mr buzzet says he and i'll see that bro turkey buzzet get him says he then bro rabbit kick up a racket like he would drive and something out And Mr. Buzzard, he rush round for the catch to squirrel, and brun rabbit, he dash out he did, and he disfly for home. At this point, Uncle Remus took one of the tea-cakes, held his head back, opened his mouth,

dropped the cake in with a sudden motion, looked at the little boy with an expression of astonishment, and then closed his eyes and begun to chew, mumbling as an accompaniment, the plaintive tune of don't you grieve out of me the seance was over but before the little boy went into the big house uncle remus laid his rough hand tenderly on the child's shoulder and remarked in a confidential tone honey you must git up soon christmas morn and open the dough cause i'm goin to boutse in on ma's john and miss sally an holla christmas gif just like i used ter in during the farming days for de war when old miss was live i b'bonday don't forget the old nigger nutter when you hear be calling de pigs honey you does hop up an on fasten the dough allay i'll give mars john one of these yes surprise parties end of mr fox is again victimized chapter eight of uncle remus and friends seventeen stories by joel chanler harris this labor fox recording is in the public domain mr fox is outdone by Mr. Buzzard. "'If I don't run into no mistakes,' remarked Uncle Remus, as the little boy came tripping in to

see him after supper. "'Mr. Turkey Bessard was a garden de holler where Brough rabbit went in at and which he come out in.' The silence of the little boy verified the old man's recollection. "'Well, Mr. Buzzard, he feel might a lonesome he did, but he done promised Brough Fox that he'd stay. And he determined for the sort of hang round. round and gine end the joke and he ain't ha to wait long nutter cause by an bye ye come brou fox galloping through the woods with his axe on his shoulder how you spect bruh rabbits gettin on bruzzard says he

oh he an dar says bruzzard says he he mighta still do i s'pect he's takin a nap says he den i'm dusin time fer to wake him up says he and with dat he flung off his coat and spit in his hands and grabbed the axe then he draw back and come down on the tree pow and every time he come down with the axe pow mr buzzard he step high he did and holl out oh he and there bro fox he and there show every time a chip it fly off mr buzzard he jump and dodge and hold his head sideways he would and holler he and there bro fox on he and there fox I done hit him, he and there's show. And, bro, Fox, he lambed away a dead holler tree he did like a man, mollin'rails. Twill, by and by, out of he done got the tree most cut true. He stopped for to catch his breath, and he seed, Mr. Buzzard laughing behind his back, he did, and right den and dower, without going any futter, bro, fox, he smelled the rat.

But Mr. Buzzard, he kept on holling. He and there, bro, fox, he and there. show i dun seed em then bruh fox he make like he peeping up to holler and he says says he run yer bruh buzzet and look if this ain't brer rabbit's foot hanging down here and mr buzzet he come stepping up he did same as if he was treading on kirkle buzz and he stick his head in the hole and no sooner did he done that then bruh fox grab him mr buzzet flap his wings and scramble round right smartly he did but twine no sure he done that then bruh fox grab him mr buzzet flap his wings and scrambled round right smartly he did but twin no use. Brother Fox had the vantage of the grip he did, and he held him right down to the ground. Then Mr. Buzzard squall out, says he. Let me alone, bro, Fox. Turn me loose, says he. Brow, get out. You're getting close at him, says he, and leaven more licks will fetch him, says he.

I'm nighed to you, bruzzard, says he. Then I'll be the brer rabbit this day, says he. What you fool me for, says he. Let me alone, bro, Fox, says Mr. Busset, says he. My old woman waiting for me. Brow Rabbit Indar, says he. There's a bunch of his fur on that black bear bush, says he. And that ain't the way he come, says he. Then Mr. Buzard up and tell Brough Fox how twas,

and he loud Mr. Busset did, that Brer Rabbit was the low-downest, what's his name, what he ever run up, with. Then Bra Voxay, says he, "'That's neither here nor dare, bro, buzzard,' says he. "'I left you for to watch this here a hole, and I left bro rabbit in there. I comes back, and I finds you at the hole, and bro rabbit ain't in there,' says he. I'm going to make you pay effort.

I done been tampered with till plumbed down to the sap-suck or sat on a log and sassy me. I'm going to fling you in the brush heap and burn you up, says he. If you fling me into fire, bro, Fox, I'll fly away, says Mr. Buzzett, says he. Well, dear, I'll settle your hash right now, says Brow Fox, says he, and with that he grabbed Mr. Buzzard by the tail he did, and make for the dash him get the ground. But just about that time, the tail fetters come out, and Mr. Buzzard sail on. like one of these yeh balloons and as he rise he holler back you give me good start brou fox says he and brou fox sot dare watch him fly out of sight

but what became of the rabbit uncle remus asked the little boy don't you pest along a brer rabbit honey and don't you fret bout him you hear where he went and how he come out this year cold snap rassels with my bones now continued the old man putting on his hat and picking up its walking stick. It rassels with me monstrous, and I got a rack round and see if I can run up against some Christmas leavings. End of. Mr. Fox is outdone by Mr. Buzzard. Chapter 9 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Lieber Fox recording is in the public domain.

Miss Cow falls a victim to Mr. Rabbit. Uncle Remus, said the little boy, What became of the rabbit after he fooled the buzzard and got out of the hollow tree? Oh, bro rabbit, bless y'all so, honey. Bro rabbit went skipping long home he did. Dust as sassy as a jay bird at a spas nest. He went galloping long he did, but he feel mighty fired out and stiffing his joints. And he was mighty not dead for something for the drink.

And by and by, when he got most home, he spied old. Miss Kyle, feeding round in the field he did, and he termined for to try his hand with her. Brubbett know might as well that Miss Kyle won't give him no milk, because she'd unfuse him mowed once, and when this old woman was sick at that. But never mind that. Brow rabbit saw the dance up alongside the fence he did, and holler out. How'd a sis, cow, says Brow Rabbit, says he. Well, how'd the Brow Rabbit, says she. "'How you find yourself these days, says Kyle?' says he.

"'I'm sort of tallible, bro, rabbit. How you come on?' says Miss Kyle, says she. "'Oh, I'm tolerable myself, says Kyle, sort of lingering tricks of bark and a breakdown,' says Brerabit, says he. "'How, yo, folks, bro, rabbit,' says she. "'Dare des middling,' says Kyle. "'How, brough, good, getting on?' says Brerabot, says he. "'Sot a soul, so, so,' says Miss Kyle, says she. "'There's some mighty nigh-savins up this tree,' says Kyle, says he, "'and I like mighty well for to have some of them,' says he.

"'How you going to get them, bro, rabbit?' says she. "'I loud maybe that I might ask you for the butt-gin the tree and shake them down,' says cow, says brer-rabbit, says he. "'Course, Miss Cow don't want to this, Cominate Brub Rabbit, and she marched up to the salmon tree she did, and hid it a wrap with her horns, blam. Now then, continued Nukur Remus, tearing off the corner of a plug of tobacco, and cramming it into his mouth. Now then, dim Simmons was green as grass, and now one of them drap. Then Miss Kyle butt the tree, blim.

Now semen drop. Then Miss Kyle sought a back off little and run up again the tree, blap. No, simon dropped. never drap. Then Miss Kyle back off a little furter she did, and heist her tail on her back, and come again the tree, cup of lamb! And she comes so fast that she comes so hard, twill one of her horns went sprang to the tree, and there she was. She can't go far as and she can't go backwards. This exactly what bro rabbit waiting for, and he no sooner the seed old Miss Kyle all fastened up, then he'd jump up he did and cut the pigeon wing.

Come help me up, bro, rabbit, says Miss Carl, says she. I can't climb, says Kyle, says Brow, says he, but I'll run and tell Brubu, says he, and with that, Brow rabbit put out for home, and twu't long, for here he come with his old woman and all his chillings, and the last one of the family was toting the pale. The bigans had big pails, and the little ones had little pails, and they all surrounded old Miss Kyle they did, and you hear me, honey, they milked a dry. The old ones milked and the young'n's milked, and then when they done got enough, brough rabid he up and say, says he, I wish you might as well, says cow, I'll allow the beings how that you had to sort of camp out all night, that I'd better come along and swag your bag, says he. "'Do which, Uncle Remus?' asked the little boy.

"'Go long, honey. Swaggy a bag. When cows don't get milked, the bag swells, and you can hear them a moaning and a bellerin, just like they was getting hurted. That's what Brubbid done. He assembled his family he did, and he swagged old Miss Kyle's bag. Miss Kyle, she stood dire she did, and she study and study and strive for the break loose. the horn done bin jammin'n the tree so tight that twas way four day in the mornin'n for she loose anyhow it was enduin'n't the night an a-as-as-she get loose she s'rta gaze round she did fur to justify her stomach she loud old miss cow did that br'r rabbit be hop'n long dat way for to see how she get known an an she took'n lay and trap for em and dus about sunrise what did old miss cow do but march up to the cemetery and stick a horn back in the hole. But bless your soul, honey, while she was cropping the grass,

she took one mouthful too many, because when she hitch on to the cemetery again, Brough Rabbit was sitting in the fence corner watching her. Then Brer Rabbit, he says to his self, "'Hello,' says he, "'what dishe going on now?' "'Hold your horse's sisk out, will you hear me coming?' says he. and then he crop off down the fence brer rabbit did and by and by here he come lippity clippity clippity lippity this a sailin down the big road

morning says cow says brer rabbit says he how you come on this morning says he polly brer rabbit polly says she i ain't had no rest all night says she i can't pull loose says she but if you'll come and catch hold to my tail, bro-rabbit, says she. I reckon maybe I can fetch my horn out, says she. Then, brer rabbit, he come up a little closer, but he ain't getting too close. I spec I'm nigh enough, says cow, says he. I'm a mighty puny man, and I might get trampled, says he. You do the pulling, says he, and I'll do the grunting, says he. Then Miss Kyle, she pull out her horn, she did, and took at a bro rabbit.

down the big road they had it brough rabbit with his years laid back and miss kyle with a head down and a tail curl brough rabbit kept on gaining and by and by he dart in a briar-patch and by the time miss kyle come long he had his head sticking out and his eyes look big as miss sally's janty sassers hey oh says kyle where you gwine says brer rabbit says he ha de bray big eyes says miss kyle says she Does you see Brer Rabbit go by? He dusk this minute pass, says Brow Rabbit, says he. And he looked mighty sick, says he. And with that, Miss Kyle took down the road like the dogs was out of her. And Brer Rabbit, he just lay down in the bribe patch and rolled and laughed while his size hurted him. He bleeds to laugh.

Fox out of him, buzzard out of him, and cow out of him. and they ain't caught him yet end of miss cow falls a victim to mr rabbit chapter ten of uncle remus and friends seventeen stories by joel chanler harris this leavervox recording is in the public domain mr terrapin appears upon the scene miss sally's little boy again occupying the anxious position of auditor uncle remus took the shovel and put the noses and the chunks together as he expressed and then began one day at a siskow dunn't pass our own shutter trying for to catch him brer rabbit took in loud that he was going to drop in and see miss meadows and the gals and he got out his piece o looking-glass and primp up he did and sot out guan cantering along the road who should bror rabbit run up with but old brer terrapin the same old one and six puns brough rabbit stop he did and sawed out and wrap on the roof of bruh terrapin house. On the roof of his house, Uncle Remus, interrupted the little boy. Coase, honey, bradararper carry his house with him.

Rain or shine, hot or cold. Strike up an old brough tarapen when you will and whilst you may, and where you find him, dare you find his shanty. It's just like I tell you. So then, brough rabbit he wrap on the roof of brerteripin's house he did, and ask was he in and brer terrapin low that he was and then brer rabbit he axed him howder and then brer tarapen he likewise spawned howdy and then brer rabbit he say where was brer terrapin gwan and brer tarapen he say which he won't gwan nowhere scarcely then brer rabbit low he was on his way for to see miss meadows and the gals and he asks brerteripin if he won't join in and go long and brad'n and bradrard he's terrapin spawned he don't care fie do and then they sot out they had plenty of time for a confabin long de we but by and by they got dar and miss meadows and the gals they come to the dough they did an ax come in and in they went when they got in brerterrapin was so flat-footed that he was too low on the floe when he warn high enough in a cheer but while they was all scrambling round trying for to get br terrapin a cheer bruh rabbit he pick em up and put him on the shelf where the water bucket sot and old bruh terrapin he lay back up there he did just as proud as a nigger with a cook possum

course the talk fell on brough fox and miss meadows and the gals made a great narration about what a gaily riding-horse brough fox was and they made lots of fun and laugh and giggle seem like gals does these days brou rabbit he's a girl's Sot Dyer in the chair smoking his cigar, and he sought a clear his throat, and he say, says he, I'd a rid him over this morning, ladies, says he, but I read him so hard yesterday that he went lame and off foreleg, and I suspect I'll have to swap him off yet, says he. Then, bruh, tarapen, he up and say, says he, well, if you want to sell him, bro, rabbit, says he sell em some air's out in this neighborhood cause he d un been yer too long now says he no longer day four yesterday says he brough fox passed me on the road and what d'ye reckon he's safe says he law bruh terrapin says miss meadow says she you don't mean to say he cussed says she and then the gals hilt their fans up foe their faces "'Oh, no, madam,' says Brutterrapin, says he.

"'He didn't cussed, but he hotted out. "'Hey, oh, stinking Jim,' says he. "'Oh, my, you hear that, gals?' says Miss Meadows, says she. "'Brough Fox called Brutterrapen's stinking Jim,' says he. "'And then Miss Meadows and the gals make great wonderment "'how bro Fox can talk that way by nice man like brerteripin.' "'But bless gracious, honey, while I'm While all this goin on, Brother Fox was standing at the back door with one year at the cat-hole listening.

Eve's drapers don't hear no good of the selves, and the way Brother Fox was busted that day was a caution. By and by, Brother Fox stick his head in the dough and holler out. Good evening, folks, I wish you might well, says Eve. And with that, he made a dash for Brough Rabbit, but Miss Meadows and the gals, they holler and Squall they did in bruh Terrapin. He got the scrambling round up down the shelf, and off he come, and blip! He took Brough Fox on the back of the head. This sort of stunted, bro, Fox, and we get at his members.

The most he seed was a pot of greens turned over in the fireplace, and the broke cheer. Brough rabbit was gone, and Brough Terrapin was gone, and Miss Meadows and the gals was gone. Where did the rabbit go, Uncle Remus? little boy asked after a pause. Bless your soul, honey. Brough Rabbit, he skint up the chimney. That's what turned the pot of greens over. Brough Terrapin, he cropped under the bed he did and got behind the clothes chest,

and Miss Meadows and the gals, they run out in the yard. Brough Fox, he sort of look round and feel of the back of his head, where brer terapin lit, but he don't see no sign of Brer Rabbit. But the smoke and the ashes gwy on up the chest. chimney. Got the best of bro Rabbit, and by and by, he sneezed. Coochoo. Aha, says Brother Fox, says he. You a dar, is you? Says he. Well, I'm going to spoke you out if it takes a month. You are mine this time, says he. Brow rabbit ain't saying nothing. Ain't you coming down, says he.

Brow fox, says he. Brow rabbit ain't saying nothing. Then, bro, Fox, he went out of some wood he did, And when he come back, he hear Brow Rabbit laughing. What's you laughing at, bro, Rabbit? Says he. Can't tell you, bro, Fox, says he. Better tell, bro, rabbit, says he. There ain't nothing but a box of money. Somebody done gone left up here in a chink of the chimney, says he.

Don't believe you, says he. Says bro, Fox, says he. Look up and see, says he, says he. And when Brough Fox look up, Brough Rabbit spit his eyes full of tobacco juice he did. And, bro, Fox, he make a break for the branch, and Brough Rabbit, he come down and told the ladies goodbye. How you get him off, Brow Rabbit, says Miss Meadows, says she. Who, me? Says Brow Rabbit, says he.

Why, I just took and told him that if he didn't go long home and stop playing his pranks on speckable folks. "'That I'd take him out and thrash him,' says he. "'And what became of the Terrapin?' asked the little boy. "'Oh, well, then,' exclaimed the old man, "'chillins can't expect to know all about everything for a-day gets some rest. Them I lids a-y-o'n want to be propped with straws dismin'nit.' End of Mr. Terrapin appears upon the scene. Chapter 11 of Uncle Remus and Friends,

17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Liebervox recording is in the public domain. Mr. Wolf makes a failure. "'Ale, your mom got company,' said Uncle Remus, as the little boy entered the old man's store with a huge piece of mince pie in his hand. "'And if she ain't got company, then she done gone and dropped the cupboard key-summers, where you done run up with it.' "'Well, I saw the pie lying there, Uncle Remus, and I just thought I'd fetch it out to you.'

to be show honey replied the old man regarding the child with admiration to be show honey dat changes matters christmas de'uns is out o date an ain't got no business lying round loose this yer pie uncle remus continued holding it up and measuring it with an experienced eye well gimme a streat for de pursue on out o bro fox and brou rabbit and o the creeders what they roped in long wid em here the old man paused and proceeded to demolish the pie a feat accomplished in a very short time then he wiped the crumbs from his beard and began brough fox feel so bad an he get so mad bout bout dat he dunno what to do and he looked mighty down-hearted by and by one day whilst he was goin along the road O Bro Wolf came up with him. When they done haughty in an accent At a one another's family connection, Brum Wolf, he lough, he did,

That there was something wrong with Brother Fox. And, Broux, he loud there weren't, And he went on and laughed and make great to do, because Brough wolf looked like he's fishing something. But Browulf, he got mott along head, And he sought a brooch about Brer Rabbit's carrions on, "'cause the way that brer rabbit see brough fox done got to be talk of the neighborhood. "'Then, broux and bro-wolf, they sort of plabbard on they did.

"'Twer by and by, bro-wolf, he up and say that he done got plan fixed for the trap brer-rabbit. "'Then, broux, say how. "'Then, brouf up and tell him that the way for to get the trap on brer-rabbit "'was to get him in brer-fox's house. brouvox done no brer rabbit of old and he know dat sort o game done war to a frazzle but bro wolf he talk mighty sweden how you goin to get him dar asked bro fox says he fool him dar says he who goin do de foolin says he says brough fox says he i'll do de foolin says he says brouw says he'll do de foolin says brouw says he if you do de gawin do de gawin says he how you go on do it says bruff f'n do it says bruffe says he. You run long home and get on to bed and make like you did,

and don't you say nothing till a bro rabbit come and put his hands on to you, says Bro, Wolf, says he. And if we don't get him for supper, Joe's dead and Sal's a widder, says he. This looked like a mighty nice game, and bro Fox agreed. So then he amble off home, and Bro Wolf, he marched off to Bro Rabbit House. When he got dar, it looked like nobody at home, but Bro Wolf, he walk up and knock on the door, blam, blam, Blam, nobody come.

Then he lambleuose and knock again. Blam, blam, blam. Who da, says Brow, says he. Friend, says Browulf. Too many friends spiles the dinner, says he. Which un's this, says he. I fetch bad news, bro rabbit, says he. Bad news is soon told, says bro rabbit, says he.

By this time, bro rabbit doesn't come to the door with his head tied up in a red handkercher. Bro Fox died this morning, says Bro, woof, says he. Where y'all morning gal, bro wolf, says he. Gwon out of it now, says he, I just called by for to bring your news. I went down to bro fox house a little bit go, and dark. I found him stiff, says he. Then brough wolf lobe off. Brough rabbit sat down and scratched his head he did, and by and by,

he says to his self that he believed he sort of dropped round by Brough Fox House, for to see how the land lay. No sooner said and done. Up he jumped, and out he went. When Brough Rabbit got close to Brough Fox House, all looked lonesome. Then he went up nigh, nothing stirred. Then he look in, and dar, lay bro Fox stretch out on the bed, just as big as life. Then, brer rabbit make like he talking to himself.

Nobody round for to look at a brofax, not even bro turkey buzzet ain't come to the funeral, says he. I hope bro Fox ain't dead, but I suspect he is, says he. Even down to bro wolf done gone and left him. Hits the busy season with me, but I'll set up with him. He seems like he did, yet he mayn't be, says Brer Rabbit, says he. When a man go to see dead folks, dead folks, allers raise us up to behind leg and hollers, Wahoo, says he. Brough Fox, he lay still.

Then, brer rabbit, he talk a little louder. Might a funny. Brough Fox look like he did, yet he don't do like he did. Dead folks hires up the behind leg and hollers wahoo when a man comes to see. him, says Brough Rabbit, says he. Show enough. Bro, Fox, lift up his foot and hollo, wahoo, and, bro, rabbit, he tear out the house like the dogs was out of him.

Bro, Wolf might as smart, but next time you hear from him, honey, he'll be in trouble. You does hold your breath and wait. End of Mr. Wolf makes a failure. Chapter 12 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Libra-box recording is in the public domain. Mr. Fox tackles old man Terrapin. One day, said Uncle Remus, sharpening his knife on the palm of his hand, One day, Brafax, strike up with brerterrapin right in the middle of the big road.

Bruterperin doesn't hear him coming, and he loud to himself that he sort of keep one eye open. But Brough Fox was monstrous polite, and he opened up to come. fan fabby did like he ain't see bruh terrapin since the last freshet hello brad terrapin where you been this long come short says brough fox says he loungin round bro fox lounge and round bro fox says brou terrapin says brou you don't look sprucey like you did bradarepin says brough fox says he lounging round and suffering says bradarpen says he then the talk sort of run on like this what is tells you, bro, Terrapin, your eye look mighty red, says, bro, Fox, says he. Law, bro, Fox, you don't know what trouble is. You ain't been lounging round and suffering, says Bruterper, says he. Both eyes look red, and you look mighty weak, bro, Terrapin, says he.

No, bro, bro, Fox, you don't know what trouble is, says he. says brough terrapin, says he. What ills you now, bro terrapin? Says brough fox, says he. Took a walk the other day, and man come long and sought the field of fire. Lord, bro, Fox, you don't know what trouble is, says brother terrapin, says he. How do you get out the fire, bro terrapin?

Says bro, fox, says he. Sought and took it, bro, fox, says brother, says he. Sought and took it into smoke siff in my eye. and the fire scotch my back says bruh terrapin says he likewise hit burnt y'all tail off says he o no dyes dee dee's dee dee ferrupin says he and with dat he uncurl his tail from under the shell and no sooner did he do dat dan bro fox grab it an hot out o yes brer terrapin oh yes and you de man what la'n me on de head at miss Meadows is you. You are in with brough rabbit as you. Well, I'm going out you. Brutahepen beg and beg, but twaunt no use. Brough fox done been fools so much that he looked like he determined for to have brotarapen for good. Then Brutarpen beg, bro,

Fox not for to drown him, but Brou Fox ain't making no promise. And then he begged Brou Fox for to burn him, because he done used to fire. But Broufaxon, he's not used to fire. But Brough Fox, don't say nothing. By and by, Brough Fox drag Brutterrapin off little ways below the springhouse and souse him under the water. Then, Brut, begin for the holler. Turn loose that stump root and catch hold of me. Brough Fox, he holler back. I ain't got hold to no stump root, and I is got hold to you.

Brut terrapin, he keep on hollering. Catch hold of me. I'm drowning. I'm drowning. Turn loose to stump root. can catch hold of me. Show enough. Brough Fox turned loose to tail, and brough terrapin he went down to the bottom, caploncety-blink. No typographical combination or description could do justice to the guttural sonorousness,

the peculiar intonation which Uncle Remus imparted to this combination. It was so peculiar indeed that the little boy asked, How did he go to the bottom, Uncle Remus? Cablunkety blink. Was he drowned, Uncle Remus? Who? Old Man Tarapen. Is you drowned when your mom tucks you into bed?

Well, no, replied the little boy dubiously. Old Manterapin was at home, I tell you, honey. Coblinkety Blunk. End of. Mr. Fox tackles Old Man Tarapen. Chapter 13 of Uncle Remus and Friends 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This LibraVox recording is in the public domain.

The awful fate of Mr. Wolf. Uncle Remus was half-souling one of his shoes, and Miss Sally's little boy had been handling his awls, his hammers, and his knives to such an extent that the old man was compelled to assume a threatening attitude, but peace reigned again, and the little boy perched himself on a chair watching Uncle Rema striving in pegs.

Folks, what's all those pesting people and bothering longer than what ain't Darren don't never come to no good in? There was brough hoof. Instead of minding of his own business, he had to take and go in partnerships with brough fox, and Dave was scarcely a minute in the day that he weren't out of brer rabbit, and he keep on and he keep on twill first those you knowed. He got caught up with monsters,

bad. Goodness, Uncle Remus, I thought the wolf let the rabbit alone, after he tried to fool him about the fox being dead. Better let me tell this year my way. By and by he'll be your bedtime, and Miss Sally'll be hollering out of you, and you'll be a whimpling round, and then Mars John will fetch up der real with that ass, drop what I made for him. The child laughed and playfully shook his fist in the simple, serious face of the

venerable old darky, but said no more. Ophorimus waited a while to be sure there was to be no other demonstration, and then proceeded. Bro, rabbit ain't seen no piece whatsome ever. He can't leave home, except bro Wolf would make a raid and towed off some of the family. Brough rabbit built him a straw house, and hit was tore down. Then he made a house out in pine tops, and dat went the same way. Then he made him a bark house, and that was raided on, and every time he lose a house, he lose one of his chillings. Last, bro rabbit got mad he did, and cussed, and then he went off he did, and got some carpenters,

and they built him a plank house with rock foundations. Out of that, he could have some peace and quietness. He could go out and pass the time of day with his neighbors, and come back and set by the fire and smoke his pipe, and read the newspapers, same like any man what got a family. He made a hole he did in the cellar, where the little rabbits could hide out when there was much of a racket in the neighborhood, and the latch of the front do catch on the inside. Browulf, he see how the land lay he did, and he lay low.

The little rabbits was mighty skittish, but he got so that cold chills ain't run up brer rabbits back no more when he heard brough wolf go galloping by. By and by one day, when Brer Rabbit was fixing for the call on Miss Coon, he heard a monstrous fuss and clatter up the big road, and most foe he could fix his years for to listen, Bro Wolf run in the door. The little rabbit day went into there a hole in the cellar they did,

like blowing out a candle. Bro Wolf was fairly covered with mud and might have not out of wind. Oh, do pray save me, brer rabbit, says Browulf, says he. Do, please, Brer Rabbit, the dogs is out of me and they'll tar me up. Don't you hear him coming? Oh, do please save me, Brer Rabbit. Hide me Summers where the dogs won't get me. No quicker said than done.

Jump in that big chest out, Browulf, says Broward says he. Jump in, dar, and make yourself at home. In jump, bro, hoof. down come the lid and into the hasp went the hook and dar mr wolf was then bro rabbit went to the looking-glass he did and winked himself and then he drawed the rocking-chair in front of the fire and took a big char tobacco tobacco uncle remus asked the little boy incredulously rabbit tobacco honey you know dis your life everlast in what miss sally puts among the clothes in the trunk well that's rabbit tobacquer then bro rabbit sot dar long time he did turning his mind over and working his thinking machine by and by he got up and sort of stir round den brouf open up is the dogs all gone bro rabbit seems like i hear one of em smelling round the chimney corner just now then bruh rabbit get the kettle and fill it full of water and put it on the fire what you do now bro rabbit i'm fixing for to make you a nice cup of tea brouf then broubett went to the cupboard and get the gimlet and commenced for the bow little holes in the chest lid what you do now brou rabbit i'm bowing little holes so you can get breath brouf

then brou rabbit went out and get some old wood and fling it on the fire what you do now bro rabbit i'm a chunkin up the fire so you won't get cold bro wolf then brou rabbit went down into the cellar and fight out all his chillins what you do now bro rabbit i'm telling my chillings what a nice man you is bro wolf and the chillins they had to put their hands on their mouths for the keep from laughing then brer rabbit he got the kettle and commenced for the pole de hot water on the chest lid what's that i hear brer rabbit you hear the wind blowing bro wolf then the water began for the sift through what's that i feel bro rabbit you feels the fleas abiding bro wolf they bite and mighty hard bro rabbit turn over on the other side bro wolf what's that i feel now bro rabbit still you feel the fleas bro wolf they eatin me up bro rabbit and them was the last words of bro wolf cause the scalden water done the business then brou rabbit call in his neighbors he did and they held the regular jubilee and if you go to bro rabbit's house now i don't know but what you find bro wolf's hide hanging in the back poach. And all because he was so busy with other folks' doings. End of the awful fate of Mr. Wolf. Chapter 14 of Uncle Remus and Friends. 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris.

This Lever Fox recording is in the public domain. Mr. Fox and the deceitful frogs. When the little boy ran in to see Uncle Remus the night after he had told him of the awful fate of Brer Wolf, the only response to his greeting was, Adummerker Kamaker. No explanation could convey an adequate idea of the intonation and pronunciation which Uncle Remus brought to bear upon this wonderful word. Those who can recall to mind the peculiar gurgling, jerking liquid sound made by pouring

water from a large jug, are the sound produced by throwing several stones in rapid succession into a pond of deep water may be able to form a very faint idea of the sound, but it cannot be reproduced in print. The little boy was astonished. What did you say, Uncle Remus? Adummer kumakumaker. A dumakakumaker. What is that?

That's terrapin talk, that is. Bless your soul, honey, continued the old man, brightening up. When you get old as me, when you see what I sees and yeah what I is, the creed that you can't talk with will be mighty scarce, they will dat. There's an old gray rat what uses about here, and time at a time he comes out when you all done going to bed, and sets up dar in the corner and dozes, and me and him talks by the hour, and what that old rat don't know ain't down in the spelling book. Just now when you run in and broke me up, I was fetching into my mind what brough terrapins say to brough fox when

turn him loose in the branch. What did he say, Uncle Remus? That's what he said. Adumacher kummer kumaker. Brough terrapin was at the bottom of the pond, and he talked back he did in bubbles. Adumker comaker. Brough fox, he ain't saying nothing.

But brough bullfrog sitting on the bank, he hear, brerterapen he did, and he holler back, Juggerum come doom, juggerum come doom. Then brfrog holler out, knee deep, knee deep. Then old bruh bullfrog, he holler back,

Don't you believe him, don't you believe in. Then the bubbles come up from brerterapin. A dumercur come, murker. Then brough frog sing out, waiting, waiting. Then old brough bullfrog talked through his hoarseness. There you find your brother, dare you find your brother. Show enough, brough fox look over the bank he did. There was nuff fox looking at him out of the water.

Then he reached out for to shake hands, and then he went, heels over head, and bruh, tarapen bubble out. "'A dummooker, come, marker.' "'Was the fox drowned Uncle Remus?' asked the little boy. "'He wasn't exactly drowned, honey,' replied the old man with an air of cautious reserve. He did manage for the scramble out, but a little moe, and a mud turtle would have got him, and then he'd have been made hash and whirled out in." End of Mr. Fox and the deceitful frogs.

Chapter 15 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Libra Box recording is in the public domain. Mr. Fox goes a-hunting, but Mr. Rabbit bags the game. "'Alla, bro, Fox, here about how brer rabbit done, bro-o-wolf,' said Uncle Remus, scratching his head with the point of his all. "'He, low he did that he better not to. be so brash, and he sort of let bruh rabbit loan.

They was all time seeing one nutter, and bunch of times, brough fox could have brough rabbit, but every time he got the chance his mind had sort of resumed about bro-wolf, and he let bro rabbit loan. By and by, they got to get kind of familiars with one another, like they used to, and he got so bro fox had called on bro rabbit, and they'd set up and smoke their pipes they would like no harsh feelings that ever rested twixt em. Last one day, brough fox come long, all rig out, and asked bro rabbit for to go hunting with him.

But brer rabbit, he sort of feel lazy, and he tell bro Fox that he got some other fish for the fry. Brother Fox feel mighty sorry he did, but he say he believed he try his hand anyhow, and off he put. He was gone all day, and he had a monster streak of luck, bro Foxx. did, and he bagged aside the game. By and by toward the shank of the evening, Brough Rabbit saw the stretch

himself he did, and lough hit's most time for Brother Fox for the get long home. Then Brow Rabbit, he went and mounted a stump for to see if he could yell Bra Fox coming. He ain't been that long, twill show enough. Here come, bro Fox

through the woods, singing like a nigger at a frolic. Brow rabbit, he leapt down off in the Stumpy did, and lay down in the road, and made like he dead. Brough Fox, he come long he did, and see brer rabbit lay and darn. He turned him over, he did, and zamming him, and say, says he, "'This year a rabbit dead. He looked like he been dead a long time.

He dead, but he might a fat. He'd a fattest rabbit what I ever see, but he'd been dead too long. I feared to take him home,' says he. Brough Rabbit ain't saying nothing. Brough Fox, he sort of lick his chops, but he went on and left Brub rabbit laying in the road. Dreckly he was out of sight. Brub rabbit, he'd jump up, he did,

and run round to the woods and get before Brough Fox again. Brough fox, he come up and dar lay Brow rabbit, parent lick hole and stiff. Brough Fox, he looked at Brer Rabbit and he sought a study. At a while, he unsung his game bag and say to himself, Says he, "'This, yeah, rabbits go on the waist. I'll dust about leave my game here,

and I'll go back and get that other rabbit, and then I'll make folks believe that I'm old man, hunter from Huntsville,' says he. And with that, he draped his game and loped back up the road out of the other rabbit. And when he got out of sight, oh, bror rabbit, he snatch up bro Fox game and put out for home.

Next time he see Brother Fox, he holler out, Would you kill the other day, bro, Fox, says he. Then, bro, Fox, he sort of comb his flank with his tongue and holler back. I caught your hound full of hard sense, bro, rabbit, says he. Then old bro, rabbit, he'd laugh he did. And up and spuns, says he, if I'd have known you was out of that, bro, Fox. I'd have loan you some of mine, says he. End of, Mr. Fox goes a-hunting, but Mr. Rabbit bags the game.

Chapter 16 of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories by Joel Chandler Harris. This Libravox recording is in the public domain. Oh, Mr. Rabbit, he's a good fisherman. Brough Rabbit and Brough Fox was like some chill'ins what I nosen, said Uncle Remus, regarding the little boy, who had come to hear another story, with an affectation of great solemnity.

Both of them was always out of one another, a pranking and a pester around, but bro Rabbit did had some peace, because bro Fox done got skittish about putting the clamps on Brer Rabbit. One day when Brough Rabbit and Brough Fox and Brough Coon and Brough Bar and a whole lot of them was clearing up a new ground for the plant to roast in the Apache, the sun gunned to get sort of hot, and Brow Rabbit he got tired, but he didn't let on. cause he feared the balance of em we call him lazy and he kept on toting off trash and piled in a brush twill by and by he holler out that he got a briar in his hand and then he takin slip off and hunt for cool place for the rest at a while he come cross a well with a bucket hanging in it dat look cool says bruh rabbit says ee an cool i speck she is i dis bout git e'n d'ar an takin'ar an takin'n't dat in he jump he did and he ain't no soon o fix hisself than the bucket gunn to go down wasn't the rabbit scared uncle remus asked the little boy honey they ain't know what's so scare to be since the world began than dis yer same brer rabbit

he fell'er ha'n't ha'n't o'er e'n't know where he come from but he dunno where he gwine directly he feel'd the bucket hit the water and there she sot but br'ra rabbit he kept mater still cause he dunno what minute gwine to be next he just lay there and shook and shiver brough fox always got one eye on brer rabbit and when he slip off from the new ground brough fox he sneak out of him he know brer rabbit was out o's out of some project another and he took him crope off he did and watch him brough fox see brer rabbit come to de well and stop and then he see him jump in the bucket and then lo and behold he see him go down out o' sight brough fox was the most stonished fox that you ever laid eyes on he sot dyer in the bushes and study and study but he don't make no heads nor tails to this kind of business then he say to his self says he well if dis don't bang my times says he then joe's dead and sows a widder right down darin dat well bruh rabbit keep his money hid an if tain't dat then he dun gone an skier de go mine an if tain dat den i'm goin to see wot zandar says he bruh fox croep up little nigh he did an listen but he don't hear no fuss and he keep on gettin nigh and yet he don't hear nothin by an bye he get up close and peep down but he'll hear no fuss but he'll hear no fuss and he'd get up close and peep down but he'll don't see nothin and he don't hear nothin all this time brer rabbit might a nigh skid out in his skin and he feared for the move cause the bucket might keel over and spill him out into water while he's saying his pra's over like a train o'-car's running o bro fox holler out hey o bro rabbit who you wizardin down there says he who me oh i'm de sufficient brou fawks says brer rabbit says brou rabbit says brou rabbit's

says he. I does say to myself that I sort of spies you all with a mess of fishes for dinner, and so here I is, and there's the fishes. I'm fishing for suckers, bro, Fox," said Brer Rabbit, says he. Is they many of them down there? Brother Rabbit, says Brow Fox, says he. Lots of them, bro, fox. Skoles and scows on em.

The water is naturally live with em. Come down and help me haul them in, broufax, says Brer rabbit, says. How I want to get down, brer rabbit. Jump into the bucket, bro, fox. He'll fetch you down all safe and sound. Bro rabbit talks so happy and talks so sweet that, bro, Fox, he'd jump in the bucket he did, and as he went down, causing his weight,

pull bro rabbit up. When they pass one nutter on the halfway groal, Brer rabbit, he sang out, Goodbye, bro, Fox. Take here your clothes, for this is the way the world. goes, some goes up and some goes down, you'll get to the bottom, all safe and sound. When Brough Rabbit got out, he gallop off and told the folks'ers what the well belonged to, that Brough Fox was down in there muddying up the drinking water, and then he galloped back to the

well and hollered down to Brough Fox. Here come a man with a great gun, when we haul you up, you jump and run. What then, Uncle Remus? asked the little boy, as the old man paused. in just about half an hour honey both of em was back in the new ground working just like they never he'd know well exceptin that every now and then bruh rabbit had bust out in a laugh and old bro fox he'd get a sped o the dry grins end of old mr rabbit he's a good fisherman chapter seventeen of uncle rima's and friends seventeen stories by joel chanler harris this leave of a man of ox recording is in the public domain mr rabbit nibbles up the butter the animals and the creeders said uncle remus shaking his coffee around in the bottom of his tin cup in order to gather up all the sugar they kept on getting more and more familiar with one another twill by and by tw'n't long foe brer rabbit and bro fox and brossum got to sort o bunch'n der puitions together in the same shantyanty At a while, the roof saw a gun to leak, and one day, Brer Rabbit and Brow Fox and Brough Possum,

symbol for to see if they can't kind of patch her up. They had a big day's work in front of them, and they fetched the dinner with them. They lumped the victors up in one pile, and debar what Brough fox sprung, day goes and puts it into Spring House for to keep cool, and then they went to work, and twasn't long for Brer Rabbit's stomach gunned to sort of growling pestering. dad butter brough fox sot heavy on his mind and his mouth water every time he remember about it presently he say to his self that he pleased to have a nip at dat butter and then he lay his plans he did first news you know while they was all working long brer rabbit raised his head quick and fling his ears forward and holler out here i is what you want with me and off he put like something was out of him he sallered round old bruh rabbit did and an'a he makes sure that nobody ain't followin o'n um into the spring-house he bounces and dar he stays twill he git a bade of butter then he saunter on back an go to work

where you been says brough fox says he i hear my chilin's calling me says bruh rabbit says he and i had to go see what they want my old woman done gone and took mighty sick says he day walk on twill bind the butter tastes so good that old bruh rabbit wants some more then he raise his head he did an holl out hey oh hold on i'm a-comin and off he put This time he's stay right smart while, and when he get back, bro, Fox asks him where he been. I've been to see my old woman, and she's sinking, says he. Directly, brer rabbit, hear him calling him again, and off he goes, and this time, bless your soul, he gets the butter out so clean that he can see himself in the bottom of the bucket. He scrape it clean and lick it dry. And then he goes back to work, looking, my.

more samer than a nigger what the patter-rollers been got hold'''n. How's your old woman this time? says Brough Fox, says he. I'm obliged to you, brer Fox, says he. But I'm fear she's done gone by now. And that sort of made Brough Fox and Brough possum feeling moaning with Brer Rabbit. By and by, when did a time come, they all got out the vittles. But Brer Rabbit keep on looking lonesome. Fox and brough possum, they sort of rustle round for to see if they can't make bro rabbit

feel sort of Splemmy." "'What is that, Uncle Remus?' asked the little boy. "'Sot a, Splemmy, Splammy, honey. Sort of like he's in a crowd. Sort of like his old woman ain't dead as she might be. You know how folks does when they get where people's a-moning?' The little boy didn't know, fortunately for him, and Uncle Remus went on. brough fox and brough possum rustle round they did getting out the victles and by and by brough fox he says he brough possum you run down to the spring and fetch the butter and i'll sail round yer and set the table says he

brough possum he lope off at at the butter and directly here he come loping back with his years are trembling and his tongue hanging out brough fox he holl out what the matter now brus possum says he you all better run yer folks says brough possum says he the last drop o dat butter done gone where's she gone says brough fox says he looks like she'd dry up says brough possum says he then brer rabbit he looks a sort o's solemn he did an e up an say says he i speck dat butter melt in some by de mouth says he then they went down to the spring with brough possum and show enough the butter done done Gone. Whilst they were sputin' over that wonderment, Brough Rabbit say he see tracks all round there, and he pine out that if they'll all go to sleep he can catch the chap what stole the butter. Then they all lie down, and bro fox and brough possum they soon draped off to sleep.

But brer rabbit he stay awake, and when the time come he raise up easy, and smear brough possum out with the butter on his paws. and then he run off and nibble up the best of the dinner what they left laying out and then he come back and wake up bro fox and show him the butter on brough possum mouth then they wake up brer possum and tell him about it but coase brough possum nigher to the lass brough fox though he's a kind of lawyer and he aggified this way that brer possum was the first one at the butter and the first one for the misset and more'n that there hangs the signs on his mouth brough possum see that they got him jammed up in a corner and then he up and say that the way for the catch the man what stole the butter is to build a big brush-heap and set her a fire and all hands try to jump over and the one what's fall in then he the chap what stole the butter brer rabbit and brough fox they is both greedy they did and they whirl in and build the brush-heap and they built her high and they built her wide and then they torch her off when she got the blazing up good brer rabbit he took the first turn he saw a step back and look round and giggle and over he went more sameer than a bird flying then come bro fox he got back little furter and spit on his hands and he got back little furrow and spid on his hands and he saw a and lit out and made the jump and he comes so nigh gettin in that the air on his tail caught your fire ain't you never seen no fox honey inquiring uncle remus in a tone that implied both conciliation and information

the little boy thought probably he had but he wouldn't commit himself well then continued the old man next time you see one of em you look right close and see if the end of his tail ain't white it's just like i tell you day bears the scars of that brush-heap down to this day de mark dat's what de he is day a mark and what about brother possum asked the little boy old brer possum he took a run and start he did and he come lumbering long and he lit k'plam right in the middle of the fire and that was the last o bro possum but uncle remus brother possum didn't steal the butter after all said the little boy who was not satisfied with such summary injustice. That what may I say what I does, honey? In this world, lots of folks has got to suffer for other folks' sins. Looks like it's mighter wrong,

but it's just that way. Tribulation seems like she's waiting round the corner for to catch one and all us, honey. End of Mr. Rabbit nibbles up the butter. End of Uncle Remus and Friends, 17 stories. Joel Chandler Harris.