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MR. RABBIT FINDS HIS MATCH AT LAST. 89race, en on dat day, ole Brer Tarrypin,en his ole'oman, en his th'ee chilluns, dey got up 'fo' sun-up, enwent ter de place.De ole 'oman, she tuck 'er stan'nigh de fus' mile-pos', she did, en de chilluns nigh deudders, up ter de las', en dar old Brer Tarrypin, hetuck his stan'. Bimeby, here come de fokes : JedgeBuzzard, he come, en Miss Meadows en de gals, deycome, en den yercome Brer Rabbit wid ribbins tied'roun' his neck en streamin' fum his years. De fokesall went ter de udder een' er de track fer ter see howdey come Wen out. de time come Jedge Buzzardstrut 'roun' en pull out his watch, en holler out :" 'Gents, is you ready ? '" Brer Rabbit, he say*yes,'en ole MissTarrypin holler ' go ' fum de aidge er dewoods. Brer Rabbit, he lit out on derace, en ole Miss Tarrypin, she put outfor home. JedgeBuzzard, he rizen skimmed'long fer tersee dat de racewuz runnedfa'r. Wen BrerRabbit got terde fus mile-pos' wunner de Tarrypin chilluns crawloutde woods, he did, en make fer de place.Berr Rabbit,he holler out :