"IN dem times," said Uncle Remus, gazing admiringly at himself in a fragment of looking-glass, "Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Coon, en dem yuther creeturs go co\'tin\' en sparklin\' \'roun\' de naberhood mo\' samer dan folks. \'Twan\'t no \'Lemme a hoss,\' ner \'Fetch me my buggy,\' but dey des up\'n lit out en tote deyse\'f. Dar\'s ole Brer Fox, he des wheel \'roun\' en fetch his flank one swipe wid \'is tongue en he\'d be koam up; en Brer Rabbit, he des spit on his han\' en twis\' it \'roun\' \'mongst de roots er his years en his ha\'r\'d be roach. Dey wuz dat flirtashus," continued the old man, closing one eye at his image in the glass, "dat Miss Meadows en de gals don\'t se no peace fum one week een\' ter de udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, en Friday wuz same as Chuseday, en hit come down ter dat pass dat w\'en Miss Meadows \'ud have chicken-fixin\'s fer dinner, in \'ud drap Brer Fox en Brer Possum, en w\'en she\'d have fried greens in \'ud pop ............