Folk Tales Every Child Should Know

an in, "you sholy ain't chaw'd yo' vittles. Hit ain't bin no time, skacely, sence de

ttle boy. "I had something before

eenly at the child,

table, en Mars John, he tuck'n sont you 'way fum dar, en w'iles he think youer off some'er a-snifflin' en

of Philanders he heard his father calling him. He s

r you is, honey-de

for the child; and a very queer answer it was-o

let dat chile 'lone. He down yer cryin' he eyes out,

what the reply would be, but he heard none.

on in Ole Miss time, en I ain't gw

the girl was no sooner out of hearing than the child swapped it with Uncl

e boy, after a while, "you kn

bin long 'fo' you would er bin, kaze Mars John bawl out la

ther for future use. His knife was so keen, and the leather fell away from it so smoothly and e

lks w'at oughter know better," said the old man. "Dat's des de way Brer B'ar git his tail broke off sm

oy forgot all about Un

e man done gone fer ter spen' de day wid Mr. Mud-Turkle, w'ich dey wuz blood kin. Brer Rabbit he put out atter Brer Tarrypin, en w'en he got ter Mr. Mud-Turkle house, dey all sot up, dey did, en tole tales, en den w'en twelf er' clock come dey had craw

n de water 'fo' now, whar dey git

but had found them to be very dangerous

op, en tu'n loose, en go a-sailin' down inter de water-kersplash! Ole Brer Tarrypin, he'd foller a

er fun, en 'joyin' deyse'f, yer come ole Brer B'

e me, dish yer's Brer Rabbit, en Brer Tarrypin, en

'en yer we is 'joyin' de day dat pas

lippin' en a-slidin' en makin' free! En w'at de mat

, en Brer Tarrypin he hunch Mr. Mud-Turkl

sid day, kin you? I done had my fun, en now I'm a-settin' out yer lettin' my cloze d

t jine in wid us,' sez

t he des ho

too big en he tail too long fer

'ar on he mettle, en h

be dey ain't, yit I ai

down. Fus' he go sorter slow, en he grin lak he feel good; den he go sorter peart, en he grin lak he feel bad; den he go mo' pearter, en he grin lak he skee

settin' dar, w'en Brer B'ar slick'd up en flew down dat rock, he break off he tail right smick-

ar tell dat flaxseed poultices

B'ar ain't