[Notes by LKG]
This story is part of the Brer Rabbit unit. Story source: Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris (1881).
Old Mr. Rabbit, He's a Good Fisherman
Brer Rabbit and Brer Fox, both of 'em was always after one another, a-pranking and a-pestering 'round, but Brer Rabbit did had some peace, 'cause Brer Fox done got skittish about putting the clamps on Brer Rabbit.
"That look cool," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "and cool I expect she is. I'll just 'bout get in there and take a nap," and with that in he jump, he did, and he ain't no sooner fix hisself than the bucket begun to go down.
They ain't been no worser scared beast since the world begin than this here same Brer Rabbit. He fairly had a ague. He know where he come from, but he don't know where he going. Directly he feel the bucket hit the water, and there she sat, but Brer Rabbit he keep mighty still, 'cause he don't know what minute going to be the next. He just lay there and shook and shiver.
Brer Fox crept up little nigher, he did, and listen, but he don't hear no fuss, and he keep on getting nigher, and yet he don't year nothing. By and by he get up close and peep down, but he don't see nothing and he don't hear nothing.
All this time Brer Rabbit mighty nigh scared out of his skin, and he feared for to move 'cause the bucket might keel over and spill him out in the water. While he saying his prayers over like a train of cars running, old Brer Fox holler out, "Heyo, Brer Rabbit! Who you visiting down there?" says he.
"Lots of 'em, Brer Fox; scores and scores of 'em. The water is naturally alive with 'em. Come down and help me haul 'em in, Brer Fox," says Brer Rabbit, says he.
When they pass one another on the half-way ground, Brer Rabbit he sing out, Good-bye, Brer Fox, take care your clothes,
For this is the way the world goes;
Some goes up and some goes down,
You'll get to the bottom all safe and sound.
When Brer Rabbit got out, he gallop off and told the folks what the well belong to that Brer Fox was down in there muddying up the drinking water, and then he gallop back to the well, and holler down to Brer Fox,
Here come a man with a great big gun—
When he haul you up, you jump and run.
In just about half an hour, both of 'em was back in the new ground working just like they never heared of no well, excepting that every now and then Brer Rabbit'd bust out in a laugh, and old Brer Fox, he'd get a spell of the dry grins.