"Watch, or you'll trample on the bark that it won't be fitting for to fling away.

"Instead, let me make horse-collars out of them," said Uncle Remus, as the little boy came running into his cabin out of the rain.

All over the floor long strips of "wahoo" bark were spread.

The old man was weaving these into horse-collars.

Uncle Remus, an older, bald, black man with a grey beard, grey eyebrows, and grey mustache has his back turned to the door. Strips of reddish-brown bark are stretched out on the tan floor as the little blonde boy opens the blue door to the cabin. The little boy is wearing a white shirt and dark gray slacks.