Joel Chandler Harris

“ Man wuz off prepa’r’n his bresh-broom, who should come p’radin’ long but Brer Fox. Brer Fox make a great ’miration, he did, ’bout de fix w’at he fin’ Brer Rabbit in, but Brer Rabbit he make like he fit ter kill hisse’f laffin’, en he up’n tell Brer Fox, he did, dat Miss Meadows’s fokes want ’im ter go down ter der house in ’tennunce on a weddin’, en he ’low w’ich he couldn’t, en dey ’low how he could, en den bimeby dey take’n tie ’im dar w’iles dey go atter de preacher, so he be dar’ w’en dey come back. ”

“ Man, he put out atter mo’, en w’en he done got fa’rly outer yearin’, Brer Rabbit, he show’d up, he did, kaze he des bin hidin’ out in de bushes lis’nin’ at de racket, en he ’low hit mighty funny dat Miss Meadows ain’t come ’long, kaze he done bin down ter de doctor house, en dat’s fudder dan de preacher, yit. ”

“ Kaze ef dey is, I ain’t got no time fer ter be tarryin’ ’roun’ yer.’
“Brer Fox say w’ich he don’t have no onfrennelness, en wid dat Brer Rabbit cut Brer Fox loose des in time fer ter hear Mr. Man w’isserlin up his dogs, en one went one way en de udder went nudder.” ”