Joel Chandler Harris

“ Brer Fox he des sorter canter long, he did, en make like he don’t hear ’im. Den Jack Sparrer up’n sing out agin:
“‘Brer Fox! Oh, Brer Fox! Hol’ on, Brer Fox! I got some news fer you. Wait Brer Fox! Hit’ll ’stonish you.’
“Brer Fox he make like he don’t see Jack Sparrer, ner needer do he hear ’im, but bimeby he lay down by de road, en sorter stretch hisse’f like he fixin’ fer ter nap. De tattlin’ Jack Sparrer he flew’d ’long, en keep on callin’ Brer Fox, but Brer Fox, he ain’t sayin’ nuthin’. Den little Jack Sparrer, he hop down on de groun’ en flutter ’roun’ ’mongst de trash. ”

“ It may be well to state that there are different versions of all the stories—the shrewd narrators of the mythology of the old plantation adapting themselves with ready tact to the years, tastes, and expectations of their juvenile audiences. ”

“ I’ll show Miss Meadows en de gals dat I’m de boss er Brer Fox,’ sezee.
“Jack Sparrer up in de tree, he hear Brer Rabbit, he did, en he sing out:
“‘I’m gwine tell Brer Fox! I’m gwine tell Brer Fox! Chick-a-biddy-win’-a-blowin’-acuns-fallin’! I’m gwine tell Brer Fox!”
Uncle Remus accompanied the speech of the bird with a peculiar whistling sound in his throat, that was a marvelous imitation of a sparrow’s chirp, and the little boy clapped his hands with delight, and insisted on a repetition. ”