Joel Chandler Harris

“ Uncle Remus laid his rough hand tenderly on the child’s shoulder, and remarked, in a confidential tone:
“Honey, you mus’ git up soon Chris’mus mawnin’ en open de do’; kase I’m gwineter bounce in on Marse John en Miss Sally, en holler ‘Chris’mus gif’ des like I useter endurin’ de fahmin’ days fo’ de war, w’en ole Miss wuz ’live. I boun’ dey don’t fergit de ole nigger, nudder. W’en you hear me callin’ de pigs, honey, you des hop up en onfassen de do’. I lay I’ll give Marse John one er dese yer ’sprize parties.” ”

“ Every time he hump hisse’f Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers in ’im, en dar dey had it, up en down. Brer Fox fa’rly to’ up de groun’ he did, en he jump so high en he jump so quick dat he mighty nigh snatch his own tail off. Dey kep’ on gwine on dis way twel bimeby Brer Fox lay down en roll over, he did, en dis sorter onsettle Brer Rabbit, but by de time Brer Fox got back on his footses agin, Brer Rabbit wuz gwine thoo de underbresh mo’ samer dan a race-hoss. Brer Fox he lit out atter ’im, he did, en he push Brer Rabbit so close dat it wuz ’bout all he could do fer ter git in a holler tree. ”