Joel Chandler Harris

“ Here Uncle Remus paused long enough to pick up a live coal of fire in his fingers, transfer it to the palm of his hand, and thence to his clay pipe, which he had been filling—a proceeding that was viewed by the little boy with undisguised admiration. ”

“ Brer Coon tu’n up his nose.
“‘Dat’s a mighty likely tale,’ sezee, ‘w’en Mr. Dog ain’t mo’n tech you ’fo’ you keel over, en lay dar stiff,’ sezee.
“‘Dat’s des w’at I wuz gwineter tell you ’bout,’ sez Brer Possum, sezee. ‘I want no mo’ skeer’d dan you is right now, en’ I wuz fixin’ fer ter give Mr. Dog a sample er my jaw,’ sezee, ‘but I’m de most ticklish chap w’at you ever laid eyes on, en no sooner did Mr. Dog put his nose down yer ’mong my ribs dan I got ter laughin’, en I laughed twel I ain’t had no use er my lim’s,’ sezee, ‘en it’s a mussy unto Mr. ”