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146 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION.XXX.HOW MR. RABBIT SUCCEEDED IN RAISING A DUST." IN dem times," said Uncle Kemus, gazing admiringlyat himself in a fragment of looking-glass, " BrerRabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Coon, en dem yuthercreeturs go co'tin' en sparklin' 'roun' de naberhoodmo' samer dan folks. 'Twan't no ' Lemme a hoss,' ner'Fetch me my buggy,' but dey des up'n lit out en totedeyse'f. Dar's ole Brer Fox, he des wheel 'roun' enfetch his flank one swipe wid 'istongue en he'd bekoam up ;en Brer Rabbit, he des spit on his han' entwis' it 'roun' 'mongst de roots er his years en his ha'r'dbe roach.Dey wuz dat flirtashus," continued the oldman, closing one eye at his image in the " glass, dat MissMeadows en de gals don't se no peace fum one weekeen' ter de udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, enFriday wuz same as Chuseday, en hit come down terdat pass dat w'en Miss Meadows 'ud have chicken-fixinsfer dinner, in 'uddrap Brer Fox en Brer Possum, enw'en she'd have fried greens in 'ud pop ole Brer Rabbit,twel 'las' Miss Meadows, she tuck'n tell de gals dat shebe dad-blame ef she gwineter keep no tavvum.So deyfix itup 'mong deyse'f, Miss Meadows en de gals did,dat de nex' time de gents call dey'd gin um a game.De gents, dey wuz a co'tin, but Miss Meadows, she don'twanter marry none un um, en needer duz de gals, en