Joel Chandler Harris

“ Brer Possum see dat dey got ’im jammed up in a cornder, en den he up en say dat de way fer ter ketch de man w’at stole de butter is ter b’il’ a big bresh-heap en set her afier, en all han’s try ter jump over, en de one w’at fall in, den he de chap w’at stole de butter. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox dey is bofe ’gree, dey did, en dey whirl in en b’il’ de breshheap, en dey b’il’ her high en dey b’il’ her wide, en den dey totch her off. W’en she got ter blazin’ up good, Brer Rabbit, he tuck de fus turn. He sorter step back, en look ’roun’ en giggle, en over he went mo’ samer dan a bird flyin’. ”

“ Rabbit nibbles up the Butter
“De animils en de creeturs,” said Uncle Remus, shaking his coffee around in the bottom of his tin-cup, in order to gather up all the sugar, “dey kep’ on gittin’ mo’ en mo’ familious wid wunner nudder, twel bimeby, ’twan’t long ’fo’ Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum got ter sorter bunchin’ der perwishuns tergedder in de same shanty. Atter w’ile de roof sorter ’gun ter leak, en one day Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum, ’semble fer ter see ef dey can’t kinder patch her up. ”

“ Dey lump de vittles up in one pile, en de butter w’at Brer Fox brung, dey goes en puts in de spring-’ouse fer ter keep cool, en den dey went ter wuk, en ’twan’t long ’fo’ Brer Rabbit’s stummuck ’gun ter sorter growl en pester ’im. ”