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102 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION.Kabbit hollerin' en tellin' Brer Wolf dat de patterrollerscomin'." 'You run en hide, Brer Wolf,' sez Brer Eabbit,sezee. ' en I'll stay yer en take keer er de cow twel yougits back,' sezee." Soon's Brer Wolf hear talk er de patter-rollers,he scramble off inter de underbresh like he bin shotout'n a gun. En he want mo'n gone'fo' Brer Rabbit,he whirl in en skunt de cow en salt de hide down, enden he tuck'n cut up de kyarkiss en stow it'wayin desmoke-'ouse, en den he tuck'n stick de een' er de cowtailin de groun'. Atter he gone en done all dis, denBrer Eabbit he squall out fer Brer Wolf :"'Run yer, Brer Wolf! Run yer! Yo' cowgwine in de groun' ! Run yer ! '"Wen ole Brer Wolf got dar, w'ich he come erscootin', dar wuz Brer Rabbit hoPin' on ter de cowtail,fer ter keep it fum gwine in de groun'. BrerWolf, he kotch holt, en dey 'gin a pull er two en upcome de tail. Den Brer Rabbit, he wink his off eyeen say, sezee :" 'Dar ! de tail done pull out en de cow gone,'" But Brer Wolf he wer'n't de man fer ter give itup dat away, en he got 'im a spade, en a pick-axe, en ashovel, en he dig en dig fer dat cow twel diggin' wuzpas' all endu'unce, en ole Brer Rabbit he sot up dar inhis front po'ch en smoke his seegyar. Eve'y time ole