More quotes by Joel Chandler Harris
'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Legends of the Old Plantation (1886)
Licker talks mighty loud w'en it gits loose from de jug.
Youk'n hide de fier, but w'at you gwine do wid de smoke?
Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin' nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.
Legends of the old Plantation (1886)
Tater-vine growin’ w’ile you sleep.
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