"It turned out one time," said Uncle Remus, "that Brer Rabbit made so free with the man's collard-patch

that the man he set up a trap for old Brer Rabbit."

 

As he spoke, Uncle Remus was grinding some crumbs of tobacco between the palms of his hands.

He enjoyed his usual smoke after supper.

Uncle Remus, an older bald black man with a grey beard, is crushing something between the palms of his two hands.   The sky is dark blue behind him as he speaks.