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38 LEGENDS OF THE OLD PLANTATION." 4He in dar, Brer Fox. I done heerd 'ira. He indar, sho.'" En Brer Fox, he lammed away at dat holler tree,he did, like a man maulin' rails, twel bimeby, atter hedone got de tree mos' cut thoo, he stop fer ter ketch hisbref, en he seed Mr. Buzzard laughin' behime his back,he did, en right den en dar, widout gwine enny fudder,Brer Fox, he smelt a rat. But Mr. Buzzard, he keepon holler'n :" 'He in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho. I doneseed 'im.'" Den Brer Fox, he make like he peepin' up deholler, en he say, sezee :" 'Run yer, Brer Buzzard, en look ef dis ain't BrerRabbit's foot hanging down yer.'"En Mr. Buzzard, he come steppin' up, he did,same ez ef he wer treddin' on kurkle-burs, en he stickhis head in de hole ;en no sooner did he done dat danBrer Fox grab 'im. Mr. Buzzard flap his wings, enscramble 'roun' right smartually, he did, but 'twant nouse.Brer Fox had de 'vantage er de grip, he did, enhe hilt 'im right down ter de groun'. Den Mr. Buzzardsquall out, sezee :" 'Lemme 'lone, Brer Fox. Tu'n me loose,'sezee; 'Brer Rabbit'll git out. Youer gittin' close'at 'im,' sezee, en leb'm mo' licks'll fetch 'im,'sezee." 'I'm nigher ter you, Brer Buzzard,' sez Brer Fox,