"Brer Rabbit, he sidle up en look. Den he 'low:—
"'Dat ar track ain't never fit Mr. Dog foot in de roun' worl'. W'at make it mo' bindin',' sezee, 'I done gone en bin 'quainted wid de man w'at make dat track, too long 'go ter talk 'bout,' sezee.
"'Brer Rabbit, please, sir, tell me he name.'
"Brer Rabbit, he laugh lak he makin' light er sump'n' 'n'er.
"'Ef I ain't make no mistakes, Brer Fox, de po' creetur w'at make dat track is Cousin Wildcat; no mo' en no less.'
"'How big is he, Brer Rabbit?'
"'He des 'bout yo' heft, Brer Fox.' Den Brer Rabbit make lak he talkin' wid hisse'f. 'Tut, tut, tut! Hit mighty funny dat I should run up on Cousin Wildcat in dis part er de worl'. Tooby sho', tooby sho'! Many en manys de time I see my ole Grandaddy kick en cuff Cousin Wildcat, twel I git sorry 'bout 'im. Ef you want any fun, Brer Fox, right now de time ter git it.'
"Brer Fox up'n ax, he did, how he gwine have any fun. Brer Rabbit, he 'low:—
"'Easy 'nuff; des go en tackle ole Cousin Wildcat, en lam 'im 'roun'.'
"Brer Fox, he sorter scratch he year, en 'low:—