Joel Chandler Harris

“ It was so peculiar, indeed, that the little boy asked:
“How did he go to the bottom, Uncle Remus?”
“Kerblunkity-blink!”
“Was he drowned, Uncle Remus?”
“Who? Ole man Tarrypin? Is you drowndid w’en yo’ ma tucks you in de bed?” ”

“ Yo’ eye look mighty red,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.
“‘Lor’, Brer Fox, you dunner w’at trubble is. You ain’t bin lounjun ’roun’ en suffer’n’,’ sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
“‘Bofe eyes red, en you look like you mighty weak, Brer Tarrypin,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.
“‘Lor’, Brer Fox, you dunner w’at trubble is,’ sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
“‘W’at ail you now, Brer Tarrypin?’ sez Brer Fox, sezee.
“‘Tuck a walk de udder day, en man come long en sot de fiel’ a-fier. Lor’, Brer Fox, you dunner w’at trubble is,’ sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee. ”