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118 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION." 'Oh, pray, Brer B'ar ! Lemme off dis time, en Iwon't never do so no mo'. Oh, pray, Brer B'ar ! dolemme off dis time, en I'll show you de fattes' beetreein de woods.'" Ole Brer B'ar, he chomphis toofies en foam atde mouf. Brer Bull-frog he des up'n squall:" 'Oh, pray, Brer B'ar ! I won't never do so no'mo' !Oh, pray, Brer B'ar ! Lemme off dis time !" But ole Brer B'ar say he gwineter make way wid'im, en den he sot en study,ole Brer B'ar did, how heHe know he can'tgwineter squench Brer Bull-frog.drown 'im, en he ain't got no fier fer ter bu'n 'im, enhe git mighty pestered. Bimeby ole Brer Bull-frog,he sorter stop his cryin' en his boo-hooin', en he up'nsay:" 'Ef you gwineter kill me, Brer B'ar, kyar me terdat big flat rock out dar on de aidge er de mill-pon',whar I kin see my fambly, en atter I see um, den youkin take you axe en sqush me.'" Dis look so fa'r and squar' dat Brer B'ar he 'gree,en he take ole Brer Bull-frog by wunner his behimelegs, en sling his axe on his shoulder, en off he put ferde big flat rock. When he git dar he lay Brer Bullfrogdown on de rock, en Brer Bull-frog make like helookin' 'roun' fer his folks. Den Brer B'ar, he drawlong breff en pick up his axe. Den he spitin hishan's en draw back en come down on de rock"!pow