Brother Rabbit leaned over the brink of the well, and saw the tar-doll smiling at him in the water. He raised his right hand and hit her—bam! His hand stuck.
"What's this?" exclaimed Brother Rabbit. "Turn me loose, imp of Satan! If you do not, I will rap you on the eye with my other hand."
Then he hit her—bim! The left hand stuck also. Then Brother Rabbit raised his right foot, saying:
"Mark me well, little Congo! Do you see this foot? I will kick you in the stomach if you do not turn me loose this instant."
No sooner said than done. Brother Rabbit let fly his right foot—vip! The foot stuck, and he raised the other.
"Do you see this foot?" he exclaimed. "If I hit you with it, you will think a thunderbolt has struck you."
Then he kicked her with the left foot, and it also stuck like the other, and Brother Rabbit held fast his Guinea negro.
"Watch out, now!" he cried. "I've already butted a great many people with my head. If I butt you in your ugly face I'll knock it into a jelly. Turn me loose! Oho! you don't answer?" Bap!
"Guinea girl!" exclaimed Brother Rabbit, "are you dead? Gracious goodness! how my head does stick!"