Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Legends of the old plantation
 His songs
 A story of the war
 His sayings
 Back Cover

Title: Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings
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Title: Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings
Physical Description: 265 p., 11 leaves of plates : ill. ; 20 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Harris, Joel Chandler, 1848-1908
Frost, A. B ( Arthur Burdett ), 1851-1928 ( illus )
James R. Osgood, McIlvaine & Co ( Publisher )
Publisher: Osgood, McIlvaine & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: 1895
Edition: New and rev. ed. / -- with one hundred and twelve illustrations by by A. B. Frost.
Subject: African Americans -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Plantation life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Slavery -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1895   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1895   ( lcsh )
Folk tales -- 1895   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1895
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Folk tales   ( rbgenr )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by Joel Chandler Harris.
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002231220
notis - ALH1588
oclc - 231833487

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
        Page vii
        Page viii
        Page ix
        Page x
        Page xi
        Page xii
        Page xiii
        Page xiv
        Page xv
        Page xvi
        Page xvii
        Page xviii
    Table of Contents
        Page xix
        Page xx
        Page xxi
        Page xxii
    List of Illustrations
        Page xxiii
        Page xxiv
    Legends of the old plantation
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Uncle Remus initiates the little boy
            Page 3
            Page 4
            Page 5
            Page 6
        The wonderful tar-baby story
            Page 7
            Page 8
            Page 8a
            Page 9
            Page 10
        Why Mr. Possum loves peace
            Page 11
            Page 12
            Page 13
            Page 14
            Page 15
        How Mr. Rabbit was too sharp for Mr. Fox
            Page 16
            Page 17
            Page 18
            Page 19
        The story of the deluge and how it came about
            Page 20
            Page 21
            Page 22
            Page 23
        Mr. Rabbit grossly deceives Mr. Fox
            Page 24
            Page 25
            Page 26
            Page 27
            Page 28
            Page 29
        Mr. Fox is again victimized
            Page 30
            Page 31
            Page 32
            Page 32a
            Page 33
            Page 34
            Page 35
        Mr. Fox is "outdone" by Mr. Buzzard
            Page 36
            Page 37
            Page 38
            Page 39
            Page 40
        Miss Cow falls a victim to Mr. Rabbit
            Page 41
            Page 42
            Page 43
            Page 44
            Page 45
            Page 46
        Mr. Terrapin appears upon the scene
            Page 47
            Page 48
            Page 49
            Page 50
            Page 51
            Page 52
        Mr. Wolf makes a failure
            Page 53
            Page 54
            Page 55
            Page 56
            Page 57
        Mr. Fox tackles old man Tarrypin
            Page 58
            Page 59
            Page 60
            Page 61
        The awful fate of Mr. Wolf
            Page 62
            Page 63
            Page 64
            Page 65
            Page 66
            Page 67
        Mr. Fox and the deceitful frogs
            Page 68
            Page 68a
            Page 69
            Page 70
            Page 71
        Mr. Fox goes a-hunting, but Mr. Rabbit bags the game
            Page 72
            Page 73
            Page 74
        Old Mr. Rabbit, he's a good fisherman
            Page 75
            Page 76
            Page 77
            Page 78
            Page 79
        Mr. Rabbit nibbles up the butter
            Page 80
            Page 81
            Page 82
            Page 83
            Page 84
            Page 85
        Mr. Rabbit finds his match at last
            Page 86
            Page 87
            Page 88
            Page 89
            Page 90
            Page 91
        The fate of Mr. Jack Sparrow
            Page 92
            Page 93
            Page 94
            Page 95
            Page 96
            Page 97
        How Mr. Rabbit saved his meat
            Page 98
            Page 99
            Page 100
            Page 101
            Page 102
            Page 102a
        Mr. Rabbit meets his match again
            Page 103
            Page 104
            Page 105
            Page 106
        A story about the little rabbits
            Page 107
            Page 108
            Page 109
            Page 110
        Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear
            Page 111
            Page 112
            Page 112a
            Page 113
            Page 114
        Mr. Bear catches old Mr. Bull-Frog
            Page 115
            Page 116
            Page 117
            Page 118
            Page 119
        How Mr. Rabbit lost his fine bushy tail
            Page 120
            Page 121
            Page 122
            Page 123
        Mr. Terrapin shows his strength
            Page 124
            Page 125
            Page 126
            Page 127
            Page 128
            Page 128a
        Why Mr. Possum has no hair on his tail
            Page 129
            Page 130
            Page 131
            Page 132
            Page 133
            Page 134
        The end of Mr. Bear
            Page 135
            Page 136
            Page 137
            Page 138
            Page 139
        Mr. Fox gets into serious business
            Page 140
            Page 141
            Page 142
            Page 143
            Page 144
            Page 145
        How Mr. Rabbit succeeded in raising a dust
            Page 146
            Page 147
            Page 148
            Page 149
        A plantation witch
            Page 150
            Page 151
            Page 152
            Page 153
            Page 154
            Page 154a
            Page 155
            Page 156
            Page 157
            Page 158
            Page 159
            Page 160
            Page 161
            Page 162
        Why the Negro is black
            Page 163
            Page 164
        The sad fate of Mr. Fox
            Page 165
            Page 166
            Page 167
            Page 168
            Page 169
            Page 170
            Page 171
            Page 172
        Plantation Proverbs
            Page 173
            Page 174
            Page 175
            Page 176
            Page 177
            Page 178
    His songs
        Page 179
        Page 180
        Revival hymn
            Page 181
        Camp-meeting song
            Page 182
            Page 183
        Corn-shucking song
            Page 184
            Page 184a
            Page 185
            Page 186
            Page 187
        The plough-hands' song
            Page 188
        Christmas play-song
            Page 189
            Page 190
        Plantation play-song
            Page 191
            Page 192
            Page 193
            Page 194
            Page 195
        The big Bethel church
            Page 196
        Time goes by turns
            Page 197
            Page 198
    A story of the war
        Page 199
        Page 200
        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
        Page 204
        Page 205
        Page 206
        Page 207
        Page 208
        Page 209
        Page 210
        Page 210a
        Page 211
        Page 212
    His sayings
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Jeems Rober'son's last illness
            Page 215
        Uncle Remus's church experience
            Page 216
            Page 217
            Page 218
            Page 219
        Uncle Remus and the Savannah darkey
            Page 220
            Page 221
            Page 222
        Turnip salad as a text
            Page 223
        A confession
            Page 224
            Page 225
        Uncle Remus with the toothache
            Page 226
            Page 227
            Page 228
        The phonograph
            Page 229
            Page 230
        Race improvement
            Page 231
            Page 232
        In the role of a tartar
            Page 233
            Page 234
        A case of measles
            Page 235
            Page 236
            Page 237
        The emigrants
            Page 238
            Page 239
        As a murderer
            Page 240
            Page 241
            Page 242
        His practical view of things
            Page 243
            Page 244
        That deceitful jug
            Page 245
            Page 246
            Page 247
            Page 248
            Page 249
        The Florida watermelon
            Page 250
            Page 250a
            Page 251
            Page 252
        Uncle Remus preaches to a convert
            Page 253
            Page 254
        As to education
            Page 255
        A temperance reformer
            Page 256
            Page 257
        As a weather prophet
            Page 258
            Page 259
        The old man's troubles
            Page 260
            Page 261
        The Fourth of July
            Page 262
            Page 263
            Page 264
            Page 265
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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(See page 63.)







Printed in America.
Copyright, i880, 1895, by D. Appleton and Company.


To Arthur Burdette Frost:
MY DEAR FROST: I am expected to supply a preface
for this new edition of my first book-to advance from
behind the curtain, as it were, and make a fresh bow to
the public that has dealt with Uncle Remus in so
gentle and generous a fashion. For this event the
lights are to be rekindled, and I am expected to
respond in some formal way to an encore that marks
the fifteenth anniversary of the book. There have
been other editions-how many I do not remember-
but this is to be an entirely new one, except as to the
matter: new type, new pictures, and new binding.
But, as frequently happens on such occasions, I
am at a loss for a word. I seem to see before me the
smiling faces of thousands of children-some young
and fresh, and some wearing the friendly marks of age,
but all children at heart-and not an unfriendly face
among them. And out of the confusion, and while I


am trying hard to speak the right word, I seem to hear
a voice lifted above the rest, saying: You have made
some of us happy." And so I feel my heart fluttering
and my lips trembling, and I have to bow silently and
turn away, and hurry back into the obscurity that fits
me best.
Phantoms! Children of dreams! True, my dear
Frost; but if you could see the thousands of letters
that have come to me from far and near, and all fresh
from the hearts and hands of children, and from men
and women who have not forgotten how to be chil-
dren, you would not wonder at the dream. And such
a dream can do no harm. Insubstantial though it may
be, I would not at this hour. exchange it for all the
fame won by my mightier brethren of the pen-whom
I most humbly salute.
Measured by the material developments that have
compressed years of experience into the space of a day,
thus increasing the possibilities of life, if not its beauty,
fifteen years constitute the old age of a book. Such a
survival might almost be said to be due to a tiny sluice
of green sap under the gray bark. Where it lies in the
matter of this book, or what its source-if, indeed, it
be really there-is more of a mystery to my middle age
than it was to my prime.
But it would be no mystery at all if this new
edition were to be more popular than the old one. Do
you know why ? Because you have taken it under


your hand and made it yours. Because you have
breathed the breath of life into these amiable brethren
of wood and field. Because, by a stroke here and a
touch there, you have conveyed into their quaint antics
the illumination of your own inimitable humor, which
is as true to our sun and soil as it is to the spirit and
essence of the matter set forth.
The book was mine, but now you have made it
yours, both sap and pith. Take it, therefore, my dear
Frost, and believe me, faithfully yours,



I AM advised by my publishers that this book is to
be included in their catalogue of humorous publications,
and this friendly warning gives me an opportunity to
say that however humorous it may be in effect, its in-
tention is perfectly serious; and, even if it were other-
wise, it seems to me that a volume written wholly in
dialect must have its solemn, not to say melancholy,
features. With respect to the Folk-Lore series, my
purpose has been to preserve the legends themselves in
their original simplicity, and to wed them permanently
to the quaint dialect-if, indeed, it can be called a
dialect-through the medium of which they have be-
come a part of the domestic history of every Southern
family; and I have endeavored to give to the whole a
genuine flavor of the old plantation.
Each legend has its variants, but in every instance I
have retained that particular version which seemed to
me to be the most characteristic, and have given it
without embellishment and without exaggeration. The
dialect, it will be observed, is wholly different from that


of the Hon. Pompey Smash and his literary descend-
ants, and different also from the intolerable misrepre-
sentations of the minstrel stage, but it is at least pho-
netically genuine. Nevertheless, if the language of
Uncle Remus fails to give vivid hints of the really
poetic imagination of the negro; if it fails to embody
the quaint and homely humor which was his most
prominent characteristic; if it does not suggest a cer-
tain picturesque sensitiveness-a curious exaltation of
mind and temperament not to be defined by words-
then I have reproduced the form of the dialect merely,
and not the essence, and my attempt may be accounted
a failure. At any rate, I trust I have been successful
in presenting what must be, at least to a large portion
of American readers, a new and by no means unattract-
ive phase of negro character-a phase which may be
considered a curiously sympathetic supplement to Mrs.
Stowe's wonderful defense of slavery as it existed in
the South. Mrs. Stowe, let me hasten to say, attacked
the possibilities of slavery with all the eloquence of
genius; but the same genius painted the portrait of the
Southern slave-owner, and defended him.
A number of the plantation legends originally ap-
peared in the columns of a daily newspaper-The At-
lanta Constitution-and in that shape they attracted the
attention of various gentlemen who were kind enough
to suggest that they would prove to be valuable contribu-
tions to myth-literature. It is but fair to say that


ethnological considerations formed no part of the un-
dertaking which has resulted in the publication of this
volume. Professor J. W. Powell, of the Smithsonian
Institution, who is engaged in an investigation of the
mythology of the North American Indians, informs me
that some of Uncle Remus's stories appear in a number
of different languages, and in various modified forms,
among the Indians; and he is of the opinion that they
are borrowed by the negroes from the red-men. But
this, to say the least, is extremely doubtful, since an-
other investigator (Mr. Herbert H. Smith, author of
Brazil and the Amazons) has met with some of these
stories among tribes of South American Indians, and
one in particular he has traced to India, and as far east
as Siam. Mr. Smith has been kind enough to send me
the proof-sheets of his chapter on The Myths and
Folk-Lore of the Amazonian Indians, in which he re-
produces some of the stories which he gathered while
exploring the Amazons.
In the first of his series, a tortoise falls from a tree
upon the head of a jaguar and kills him; in one of
Uncle Remus's stories, the terrapin falls from a shelf in
Miss Meadows's house and stuns the fox, so that the
latter fails to catch the rabbit. In the next, a jaguar
catches a tortoise by the hind-leg as he is disappearing
in his hole; but the tortoise convinces him he is hold-
ing a root, and so escapes; Uncle Remus tells how the
fox endeavored to drown the terrapin, but turned him


loose because the terrapin declared his tail to be only a
stump-root. Mr. Smith also gives the story of how the
tortoise outran the deer, which is identical as to incident
with Uncle Remus's story of how Brer Tarrypin outran
Brer Rabbit. Then there is the story of how the tortoise
pretended that he was stronger than the tapir. He tells
the latter he can drag him into the sea, but the tapir
retorts that he will pull the tortoise into the forest and
kill him besides. The tortoise thereupon gets a vine-
stem, ties one end around the body of the tapir, and
goes to the sea, where he ties the other end to the tail
of a whale. He then goes into the wood, midway be-
tween them both, and gives the vine a shake as a signal
for the pulling to begin. The struggle between the
whale and tapir goes on until each thinks the tortoise
is the strongest of animals. Compare this with the
story of the terrapin's contest with the bear, in which
Miss Meadows's bed-cord is used instead of a vine-stem.
One of the most characteristic of Uncle Remus's stories
is that in which the rabbit proves to Miss Meadows and
the girls that the fox is his riding-horse. This is almost
identical with a story quoted by Mr. Smith, where the
jaguar is about to marry the deer's daughter. The
cotia-a species of rodent-is also in love with her, and
he tells the deer that he can make a riding-horse of the
jaguar. Well," says the deer, "if you can make the
jaguar carry you,/you shall have my daughter." There-
upon the story proceeds pretty much as Uncle Remus


tells it of the fox and rabbit. The cotia finally jumps
from the jaguar and takes refuge in a hole, where an
owl is set to watch him, but he flings sand in the owl's
eyes and escapes. In another story given by Mr.
Smith, the cotia is very thirsty, and, seeing a man com-
ing with a jar on his head, lies down in the road
in front of him, and repeats this until the man puts
down his jar to go back after all the dead cotias he has
seen. This is almost identical with Uncle Remus's
story of how the rabbit robbed the fox of his game.
In a story from Upper Egypt, a fox lies down in the
road in front of a man who is carrying fowls to
market, and finally succeeds in securing them.
This similarity extends to almost every story quoted
by Mr. Smith, and some are so nearly identical as to
point unmistakably to a common origin; but when and
where ? When did the negro or the North American
Indian ever come in contact with the tribes of South
America? Upon this point the author of Brazil and
the Amazons, who is engaged in making a critical and
comparative study of these myth-stories, writes :

I am not prepared to form a theory about these stories.
There can be no doubt that some of them, found among the
negroes and the Indians, had a common origin. The most
natural solution would be to suppose that they originated in
Africa, and were carried to South America by the negro
slaves. They are certainly found among the Red Negroes;
but, unfortunately for the African theory, it is equally cer-


tain that they are told by savage Indians of the Amazons
Valley, away up on the Tapajos, Red Negro, and TapurA.
These Indians hardly ever see a negro, and their languages
are very distinct from the broken Portuguese spoken by the
slaves. The form of the stories, as recounted in the Tupi
and MundurucA languages, seems to show that they were
originally formed in those languages or have long been
adopted in them.
"It is interesting to find a story from Upper Egypt (that
of the fox who pretended to be dead) identical with an
Amazonian story, and strongly resembling one found by
you among the negroes. Varnhagen, the Brazilian historian
(now Visconde de Rio Branco), tried to prove a relationship
between the ancient Egyptians, or other Turanian stock, and
the Tupi Indians. His theory rested on rather a slender
basis, yet it must be confessed that he had one or two strong
points. Do the resemblances between Old and New World
stories point to a similar conclusion ? It would be hard to
say with the material that we now have.
"One thing is certain. The animal stories told by the
negroes in our Southern States and in Brazil were brought
by them from Africa. Whether they originated there, or
with the Arabs, or Egyptians, or with yet more ancient
nations, must still be an open question. Whether the In-
dians got them from the negroes or from some earlier source
is equally uncertain. We have seen enough to know that a
very interesting line of investigation has been opened."

Professor IHartt, in his Amazonian Tortoise Myths,
quotes a story from the Riverside Magazine of Novem-
ber, 1868, which will be recognized as a variant of one
given by Uncle Remus. I venture to append it here,


with some necessary verbal and phonetic alterations, in
order to give the reader an idea of the difference be-
tween the dialect of the cotton plantations, as used by
Uncle Remus, and the lingo in vogue on the rice
plantations and Sea Islands of the South Atlantic

"One time B'er Deer an' B'er Cooter (Terrapin) was
courtin', and de lady did bin lub B'er Deer mo' so dan B'er
Cooter. She did bin lub B'er Cooter, but she lub B'er Deer
de morest. So de noung lady say to B'er Deer and B'er
Cooter bofe dat dey mus' hab a ten-mile race, an' de one dat
beats, she will go marry him.
"So B'er Cooter say to B'er Deer: 'You has got mo'
longer legs dan I has, but I will run you. You run ten mile
on land, and I will run ten mile on de water !'
So E'er Cooter went an' git nine er his family, an' put
one at ebery mile-pos', and he hisse'f, what was to run wid
B'er Deer, he was right in front of de young lady's do', in
de broom-grass.
"Dat morning' at nine o'clock, B'er Deer he did met B'er
Cooter at de fus mile-pos', wey dey was to start fuim. So he
call: 'Well, B'er Cooter, is you ready ? Go long !' As he
git on to de nex' mile-pos', he say: 'B'er Cooter!' B'er
Cooter say: 'Hullo!' B'er Deer say: 'You dere ?' B'er
Cooter say: 'Yes, B'er Deer, I dere too.'
"Nex' mile-pos' he jump, B'er Deer say: 'Hullo, B'er
Cooter!' B'er Cooter say: 'Hullo, B'er Deer! you dere
too i' B'er Deer say: Ki! it look like you gwine fer tie
me; it look like we gwine fer de gal tie !'
"W'en he git to de nine-mile pos' he thought he git dere
fus, 'cause he mek two jump; so he holler: 'B'er Cooter!'
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B'er Cooter answer: 'You dere too ?' B'er Deer say: 'It
look like you gwine tie me.' B'er Cooter say: 'Go long,
B'er Deer. I git dere in due season time,' which he does,
and wins de race."

The story of the Rabbit and the Fox, as told by the
Southern negroes, is artistically dramatic in this: it
progresses in an orderly way from a beginning to a
well-defined conclusion, and is full of striking episodes
that suggest the culmination. It seems to me to be to
a certain extent allegorical, albeit such an interpretation
may be unreasonable. At least it is a fable thoroughly
characteristic of the negro; and it needs no scientific
investigation to show why he selects as his hero the
weakest and most harmless of all animals, and brings him
out victorious in contests with the bear, the wolf, and
the fox. It is not virtue that triumphs, but helplessness ;
it is not malice, but mischievousness. It would be pre-
sumptuous in me to offer an opinion as to the origin of
these curious myth-stories; but, if ethnologists should
discover that they did not originate with the African,
the proof to that effect should be accompanied with a
good deal of persuasive eloquence.
Curiously enough, I have found few negroes who
will acknowledge to a stranger that they know anything
of these legends; and yet to relate one of the stories
is the surest road to their confidence and esteem. In
this way, and in this way only, I have been enabled to
collect and verify the folk-lore included in this volume.


There is an anecdote about the Irishman and the rabbit
which a number of negroes have told to me with great
unction, and which is both funny and characteristic,
though I will not undertake to say that it has its origin
with the blacks. One day an Irishman who had heard
people talking about mares' nests" was going along
the big road-it is always the big road in contradistinc-
tion to neighborhood paths and by-paths, called in the
vernacular "nigh-cuts "-when he came to a pumpkin-
patch. The Irishman had never seen any of this fruit
before, and he at once concluded that he had discovered
a veritable mare's nest. Making the most of his oppor-
tunity, he gathered one of the pumpkins in his arms
and went on his way. A pumpkin is an exceedingly
awkward thing to carry, and the Irishman had not
gone far before he made a misstep, and stumbled. The
pumpkin fell to the ground, rolled down the hill into a
" brush-heap," and, striking against a stump, was broken.
The story continues in the dialect: "W'en de punkin
roll in de bresh-heap, out jump a rabbit; en soon's de
I'shmuns see dat, he take atter de rabbit en holler:
'Kworp, colty! kworp, colty!' but de rabbit, he des
flew." The point of this is obvious.
As to the songs, the reader is warned that it will be
found difficult to make them conform to the ordinary
rules of versification, nor is it intended that they should
so conform. They are written, and are intended to be
read, solely with reference to the regular and invariable


recurrence of the cesura, as, for instance, the first stanza
of the Revival Hymn:

"Oh, whar I shill we go I w'en de great ] day comes
Wid de blow in' er de trumpits I en de bang I in' er de
drums I
How man I y po' sin I ners'll be kotch'd out late
En fine [ no latch I ter de gold I en gate "

In other words, the songs depend for their melody
and rhythm upon the musical quality of time, and not
upon long or short, accented or unaccented syllables.
I am persuaded that this fact led Mr. Sidney Lanier,
who is thoroughly familiar with the metrical peculiari-
ties of negro songs, into the exhaustive investigation
which has resulted in the publication of his scholarly
treatise on The Science of English Verse.
The difference between the dialect of the legends
and that of the character-sketches, slight as it is, marks
the modifications which the speech of the negro has
undergone even where education has played no part in
reforming it. Indeed, save in the remote country dis-
tricts, the dialect of the legends has nearly disappeared.
I am perfectly well aware that the character-sketches are
without permanent interest, but they are embodied here
for the purpose of presenting a phase of negro char-
acter wholly distinct from that which I have endeav-
ored to preserve in the legends. Only in this shape,
and with all the local allusions, would it be possible to
adequately represent the shrewd observations, the curi-


ous retorts, the homely thrusts, the quaint comments,
and the humorous philosophy of the race of which
Uncle Remus is the type.
If the reader not familiar with plantation life will
imagine that the myth-stories of Uncle Remus are told
night after night to a little boy by an old negro who
appears to be' venerable enough to have lived during
the period which he describes-who has nothing but
pleasant memories of the discipline of slavery-and
who has all the prejudices of caste and pride of family
that were the natural results of the system; if the
reader can imagine all this, he will find little difficulty
in appreciating and sympathizing with the air of affec-
tionate superiority which Uncle Remus assumes as he
proceeds to unfold the mysteries of plantation lore to a
little child who is the product of that practical recon-
struction which has been going on to some extent since
the war in spite of the politicians. Uncle Remus de-
scribes that reconstruction in his Story of the War, and
I may as well add here for the benefit of the curious
that that story is almost literally true.
J. C. H.


I.--Uncle Remus initiates the Little Boy . 3
II.-The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story 7
III.-Why Mr. Possum loves Peace 11
IV.-How Mr. Rabbit was too sharp for Mr. Fox 16
V.-The Story of the Deluge, and how it came about 20
VI.-Mr. Rabbit grossly deceives Mr. Fox 24
VII.-Mr. Fox is again victimized 30
VIII-Mr. Fox is outdone by Mr. Buzzard 36
IX.-Miss Cow falls a Victim to Mr. Rabbit .. 41
X.-Mr. Terrapin appears upon the Scene. 47
XI.-Mr. Wolf makes a Failure 53
XII.-Mr. Wolf tackles Old Man Tarrypin 58
XIII.-The Awful Fate of Mr. Wolf -62
XIV.-Mr. Fox and the Deceitful Frogs 68
XV.-Mr. Fox goes a-hunting, but Mr. Rabbit bags the Game 72
SXVI.-Old Mr. Rabbit, he's a Good Fisherman 75
XVII.-Mr. Rabbit nibbles up the Butter 80
XVIII.-Mr. Rabbit finds his Match at last 86
XIX.-The Fate of Mr. Jack Sparrow 92
XX.-How Mr. Rabbit saved his Meat 98
XXI.-Mr. Rabbit meets his Match again 103


XXII.-A Story about the Little Rabbits 107
XXIII.-Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear .. 111
XXIV.-Mr. Bear catches Old Mr. Bull-Frog 115
XXV.-How Mr. Rabbit lost his Fine Bushy Tail 120
XXVI.-Mr. Terrapin shows his Strength 124
XXVII.-Why Mr. Possum has no Hair on his Tail 129
XXVIII.-The End of Mr. Bear 135
XXIX.-Mr. Fox gets into Serious Business 140
XXX.-How Mr. Rabbit succeeded in raising a Dust 146
XXXI.-A Plantation Witch 150
XXXII.-" Jacky-my-Lantern" 156
XXXIII.-Why the Negro is Black 163
XXX1V.-The Sad Fate of Mr. Fox 165

I.-Revival Hymn 181
II.-Camp-Meeting Song 182
III.-Corn-Shucking Song 184
IV.-The Plough-hands' Song .. 188
V.-Christmas Play-Song 189
VI.-Plantation Play-Song 191
1. A Plantation Chant 193
2. A Plantation Serenade 195
VIII.-De Big Bethel Church 196
IX.-Time goes by Turns 197


I.-Jeems Rober'son's Last Illness. 215
II.-Uncle Remus's Church Experience 216


III.-Uncle Remus and the Savannah Darkey 220
IV.-Turnip Salad as a Text 223
V.-A Confession 224
VI.-Uncle Remus with the Toothache 226
VII.-The Phonograph 229
VIII.-Race Improvement 231
IX.-In the R6le of a Tartar 233
X.-A Case of Measles 235
XI.-The Emigrants 238
XII.-As a Murderer 240
XIII.-His Practical View of Things 243
XIV.-That Deceitful Jug 245
XV.-The Florida Watermelon 250
XVI.-Uncle Remus preaches to a Convert 253
XVII.-As to Education 255
XVIII.-A Temperance Reformer 256
XIX.-As a Weather Prophet. 258
XX.-The Old Man's Troubles 260
XXI.-The Fourth of July 262


"Brer Rabbit ain't see no peace w'atsumever" Frontispiece

"Ef you don't lemme loose I'll knock you agin !" 9

"En den he tu'n loose, he did .32

" You feels de fleas a bitin', Brer Wolf." 68

"Run yer, Brer Wolf! Yo' cow gwine in de groun' ". .102

" Hit 'im in de mouf, Brer Fox!" 113

"He try ter walk off wid Brer Tarrypin" 128

"Yer come a great big black wolf" 155

The corn-shucking 185

" En wadder you speck I see ?" 211

"An' I sot down an' wrop myse'f roun' de whole blessid
chunk". ........ 251



ONE even-
ing recently, .\ / >jt
the lady whom
Uncle Remus
calls Miss ''
Sally" missed
her little sev-
en year- old
boy. Making
search for
him through the house and
through the yard, she heard
the sound of voices in the
old man's cabin, and, look-
ing through the window,
saw the .child sitting by
Uncle Remus. His head
rested against the old man's
arm, and he was gazing with
most intense interest into the

an expression of the
rough, weather-beaten


face, that beamed so kindly upon him. This is what
"Miss Sally" heard:
"Bimeby, one day, arter Brer Fox bin doing' all dat
he could fer ter ketch Brer Rabbit, en Brer Rabbit bin
doin' all he could fer to keep 'im fum it, Brer Fox say
to hisse'f dat he'd put up a game on Brer Rabbit, en
he ain't mo'n got de wuds out'n his mouf twel Brer
Rabbit come a lopin' up de big road, looking' des ez
plump, en ez fat, en ez sassy ez a Moggin hoss in a
"' Hol' on dar, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox,
"' I ain't got time, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee, sorter mendin' his licks.
"' I water have some confab wid you, Brer Rab-
bit,' sez Brer Foz, sezee.
"'All right, Brer Fox, but you better holler fum
whar you stan'. I'm monstus full er fleas dis mawnin','
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"' I seed Brer B'ar yistiddy,' sez Brer Fox, sezee,
'en he sorter rake me over de coals kaze you en me
ain't make frens en live naberly, en I told 'im dat I'd
see you.'
"Den Brer Rabbit scratch one year wid his off
hinefoot sorter jub'usly, en den he ups en sez, sezee:
'All a setting Brer Fox. Spose'n you drap roun'
ter-morrer en take dinner wid me. We ain't got no
great doin's at our house, but I speck de old 'oman en


de chilluns kin sorter scramble roun' en git up sump'n
fer ter stay yo' stummuck.'
I'm 'gree'ble, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
'Den I'll 'pen' on you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
Nex' day, Mr. Rabbit an' Miss Rabbit got up
soon, 'fo' day, en raided on a garden like Miss Sally's
out dar, en got some cabbiges, en some roas'n years, en
some sparrer-grass, en dey fix up a smashin' dinner.
Bimeby one er de little Rabbits, playing' out in de back-
yard, come running' in hollerin', 'Oh, ma! oh, ma! I
seed Mr. Fox a coming! En den Brer Rabbit he
tuck de chilluns by der years en make um set down, en
den him and Miss Rabbit sorter dally roun' waiting' for
Brer Fox. En dey keep on waiting but no Brer Fox
ain't come. Atter 'while Brer Rabbit goes to de do',
easy like, en peep out, en dar, stickin' fum behimne
de corner, wuz de tip-een' er Brer Fox tail. Den Brer
Rabbit shot de do' en sot down, en put his paws behime
his years en begin fer ter sing:

"' De place wharbouts you spill de grease,
Right dar your boun' ter slide,
An' whar you fine a bunch er ha'r,
You'll sholy fine de hide.'

Nex' day, Brer Fox sont word by Mr. Mink, en
skuze hisse'f kaze he wuz too sick fer ter come, en he
ax Brer Rabbit fer to come en take dinner wid him, en
Brer Rabbit say he wuz 'gree'ble.


"Bimeby, w'en de shadders wuz at der shortes',
Brer Rabbit he sorter brush up en santer down ter Brer
Fox's house, en w'en he got dar, he hear somebody
groanin', en he look in de do' en dar he see Brer Fox
setting' up in a rockin' cheer all wrop up wid flannil, en
he look mighty weak. Brer Rabbit look all 'roun', he
did, but he ain't see no dinner. De dish-pan wuz set-
tin' on de table, en close by wuz a kyarvin' knife.

"'Look like you gwineter have chicken fer dinner,
Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
Yes, Brer Rabbit, deyer nice, en fresh, en tender,'
sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit sorter pull his mustarsh, en say:
'You ain't got no calamus root, is you, Brer Fox ? I
done got so now dat I can't eat no chicken 'ceppin she's


seasoned up wid calamus root.' En wid dat Brer Rab-
bit lipt out er de do' and dodge 'mong de bushes, en
sot dar watching' fer Brer Fox; en he ain't watch long,
nudder, kaze Brer Fox flung off de flannil en crope out
er de house en got whar he could cloze in on Brer
Rabbit, en bimeby Brer Rabbit holler out: Oh, Brer
Fox! I'll des put yo' calamus root out yer on dish yer
stump. Better come git it while hit's fresh,' and wid
dat Brer Rabbit gallop off home. En Brer Fox ain't
never kotch 'im yit, en w'at's mo', honey, he ain't



"DIDN'T the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle
Remus ?" asked the little boy the next evening.
He come mighty nigh it, honey, show's you born-
Brer Fox did. One day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid
dat calamus root, Brer Fox went ter wuk en got 'im
some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix up a
contrapshun wat he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish
yer Tar-Baby en he sot 'er in de big road, en den he lay
off in de bushes fer to see wat de news wuz gwineter
be. En he didn't hatter wait long, nudder, kaze bimeby
here come Brer Rabbit pacin' down de road-lippity-
clippity, clippity-lippity-dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird.
Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin' 'long


twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his be-
hime legs like he wuz 'stonished. De Tar-Baby, she
sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low.

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"'M1awnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee-' nice wedder
dis mawnin',' sezee.
Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nothing en Brer Fox, he lay
How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate ?' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de
Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nothing .
How you come on, den ? Is you deaf ?' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee. Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,'

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"Ef you don't lemme loose I'll knock you agin!"


"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"'Youer stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says Brer
Rabbit, sezee, 'en
I'm gwineter
kyore you, dat's
w'at I'm a gwine-
ter do,' sezee. -
"Brer Fox, he
sorter chuckle in
his stummuck, he
did, but Tar-Baby
ain't sayin' noth-
'"'I'm gwine-
ter larn you how- .
ter talk ter 'spect-
tubble fokes ef hit's de las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee. 'Ef you don't take off dat hat en tell me
howdy, I'm gwineter bus' you wide open,' sezee.
Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby,
she keep on sayin' nothing twel present'y Brer Rabbit
draw back wid his fis', he did, en blip he tuck 'er side
er de head. Right dark's whar he broke his merlasses
. jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt
'im. But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay
"'Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,'


sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe
wid de udder ban', en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain't
sayin' nothin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"' Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen
you,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't
sayin' nothing She des hilt on, en den Brer Rabbit

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lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer Fox, he
lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-
Baby don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En
den he butted, en his head got stuck. Den Brer Fox,
he sa'ntered fort', looking' des ez innercent ez one er
yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.
Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. 'You


look sorter stuck up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he
rolled on de groun', en laughed en laughed twel he
couldn't laugh no mo'. 'I speck you'll take dinner
wid me dis time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some
calamus root, en I ain't gwineter take no sknse,' sez
Brer Fox, sezee."
Here Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound
yam out of the ashes.
Did the fox eat the rabbit ?" asked the little boy
to whom the story had been told.
"Dat's all de fur de tale goes," replied the old man.
"He mout, en den agin he moutent. Some say Jedge
B'ar come 'long en loosed 'im-some say lie didn't. I
hear Miss Sally calling You better run 'long."



ONE night," said Uncle Remus-taking Miss Sal-
ly's little boy on his knee, and stroking the child's hair
thoughtfully and caressingly-" one night Brer Possum
call by fer Brer Coon, 'cordin' ter agreement, en atter
gobblin' up a disli er fried greens en smoking' a seegyar,
dey rambled fort' fer ter see how de balance er de set-
tlement wuz gittin' 'long. Brer Coon, he wuz one er
deze yer natchul pacers, en he racked 'long same ez


Mars John's bay pony, en Brer Possum he went in a
han'-gallup; en dey got over heap er groun', mon.
Brer Possum, he got his belly full er 'simmons, en Brer
Coon, he scoop up a 'bunnunce er frogs en tadpoles.
Dey amble 'long, dey did, des ez sociable ez a basket er
kittens, twel bimeby dey hear Mr. Dog talking' ter hisse'f
way off in de woods.
Spozen he runs up on us, Brer Possum, w'at you
gwineter do?' sez Brer Coon, sezee. Brer Possum
sorter laugh 'round de cornders un his mouf.
"'Oh, ef he come, Brer Coon, I'm gwineter stan'
by you,' sez Brer Possum. 'W'at you gwineter do?'
"'Who? me?' sez Brer Coon. 'Ef he run up onter
me, I lay I give 'im one twis',' sezee."
Did the dog come ?" asked the little boy.
Go 'way, honey! responded the old man, in an
impressive tone. Go way Mr. Dog, he come en he
come a zoonin'. En he ain't wait fer ter say howdy,
nudder. He des sail inter de two un um. De ve'y fus
pas he make Brer Possum fetch a grin fum year ter
year, en keel over like he wuz dead. Den Mr. Dog, he
sail inter Brer Coon, en right dar's whar he drap his
money purse, kaze Brer Coon wuz cut out fer dat
kinder bizness, en he fa'rly wipe up de face er de yeth
wid 'im. You better b'leeve dat w'en Mr. Dog got a
chance to make hisse'f skase he tuck it, en w'at der
wuz lef' un him went skaddlin' thoo de woods like hit


wuz shot outen a muskit. En Brer Coon, he sorter
lick his cloze inter shape en rack off, en Brer Possum,
he lay dar like he
S' wuz dead, twel
I ,, bimeby he raise up

sorter keerful like, en

w'en h fine de coas'

sorter keerful like, en ..
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w'en he fine de coas'
cle'r he scramble up en
scamper off like sumpin was matter 'im."
Here Uncle Remus paused long enough to pick up
a live coal of fire in his fingers, transfer it to the palm
of his hand, and thence to his clay pipe, which he had
been filling-a proceeding that was viewed by the little
boy with undisguised admiration. The old man then
proceeded :


Nex' time Brer Possum met Brer Coon, Brer
Coon 'fuse ter 'spon' ter his howdy, en dis make Brer
Possum feel mighty bad, seeing' ez how dey useter make
so many 'scurshuns tergedder.
"' W'at make you hol' yo' head so high, Brer Coon ?'
sez Brer Possum, sezee.
I ain't running' wid cowerds deze days,' sez Brer
Coon. 'W'en I wants you I'll sen' fer you,' sezee.
"Den Brer Possum git mighty mad.
Who's enny cowerd ?' sezee.
'You is,' sez Brer Coon, 'dat's who. I ain't so-
shatin' wid dem w'at lays down on de groun' en plays
dead w'en dar's a free fight gwine on,' sezee.
"Den Brer Possum grin en laugh fit to kill hisse'f.
"' Lor', Brer Coon, you don't speck I done dat kaze
I wuz 'feared, duz you ?' sezee. 'W'y I want no mo'
'feared dan you is dis minnit. W'at wuz dey fer ter be
skeered un ?' sezee. 'I know'd you'd git away wid
Mr. Dog ef I didn't, en I des lay dar watching' you
shake him, waiting' fer ter put in w'en de time come,'
"Brer Coon tu'n up his nose.
Dat's a mighty likely tale,' sezee, w'en Mr. Dog
ain't mo'n tech you 'fo' you keel over, en lay dar stiff,'
Dat's des w'at I wuz gwineter tell you 'bout,' sez
Brer Possum, sezee. I want no mo' skeer'd dan you
is right now, en' I wuz fixin' fer ter give Mr. Dog a


sample er my jaw,' sezee, 'but I'm de most ticklish
chap w'at you ever laid eyes on, en no sooner did Mr.
Dog put his
nose down yer
'mong my ribs
dan I got ter
laughing en I
laughed twel I
ain't had no use
er my lim's,'
sezee, en it's a a
mussy unto Mr. .
Dog dat I
wuz tick-
lish, kaze
a little mo' en I'd e't 'im up,' sezee. I don't mine
fighting Brer Coon, no mo' dan you duz,' sezee, 'but
I declar' ter grashus ef I kin stan' ticklin'. Git me
in a row whar dey ain't no ticklin' 'lowed, en I'm
your man,' sezee.
En down ter dis day "-continued Uncle Remus,
watching the smoke from his pipe curl upward over
the little boy's head-" down ter dis day, Brer Pos-
sum's bound ter s'render w'en you tech him in de short
ribs, en he'll laugh ef he knows he's gwineter be
smashed fer it."

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UNCLE REMUS," said the little boy one evening,
when he had found the old man with little or nothing
to do, "did the fox kill and eat the rabbit when he
caught him with the Tar-Baby ? "
Law, honey, ain't I tell you 'bout dat ? replied
the old darkey, chuckling slyly. I 'clar ter grashus
I ought er tole you dat, but old man Nod wuz ridin' on
my eyeleds 'twel a leetle mo'n I'd a dis'member'd my
own name, en den on to dat here come yo' mammy hol-
lerin' atter you.
W'at I tell you w'en I fus' begin? I tole you
Brer Rabbit wuz a monstus soon creetur; leas'ways
dat's w'at I laid out fer ter tell you. Well, den, honey,
don't you go en make no udder calkalashuns, kaze in
dem days Brer Rabbit en his fambly wuz at de head
er de gang w'en enny racket wuz on han', en dar dey
stayed. 'Fo' you begins fer ter wipe yo' eyes 'bout
Brer Rabbit, you wait en see whar'bouts Brer Rabbit
gwineter fetch up at. But dat's needer yer ner dar.
W'en Brer Fox fine Brer Rabbit mixt up wid de
Tar-Baby, he feel mighty good, en he roll on de ground'
en laff. Bimeby he up'n say, sezee:
'Well, I speck I got you dis time, Brer Rabbit,
sezee; 'maybe I ain't, but I speck I is. You been run-


nin' roun' here sassin' atter me a mighty long time, but
I speck you done come ter de een' er de row. You bin
cutting' up yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis neighber-
hood ontwel you come ter b'leeve yo'se'f de boss er de
whole gang. En den your allers some'rs whar you got

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o bizness,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. Who ax you fer ter
come en strike up a 'quainritance wid dish yer Tar-Baby?
En who stuck you up dar whar you iz ? Nobody in de
roun' worril. You des tuck en jam yo'se'f on dat Tar-
Baby widont waiting' fer enny invite,' sez Brer Fox,
sozee, en dar you is, en dar you'll stay twel I fixes up
a bresh-pile and fires liher up, kaze I'm gwineter bobby,
cue you dis day, slo,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit talk mighty 'umble.


"' I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,'
sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas'
me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-
patch,' sezee.
Hit's so much trouble fer ter kindle a fier,' sez
Brer Fox, sezee, 'dat I speck I'll hatter hang you,'
"' Hang me des ez high as you please, Brer Fox,'
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do fer de Lord's sake don't
fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
"' I ain't got no string,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en
now I speck I'll hatter drown you,' sezee.
'Drown me des ez deep ez you please, Brer Fox,'
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do don't fling me in dat
brier-patch,' sezee.
"'Dey ain't no water nigh,' sez Brer Fox, sezee,
'en now I speck I'll hatter skin you,' sezee.
"' Skin me, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee,
'snatch out my eyeballs, t'ar out my years by de roots,
en cut off my legs,' sezee, 'but do please, Brer Fox,
don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
Co'se Brer Fox water hurt Brer Rabbit bad ez
he kin, so he cotch 'im by de behime legs en slung 'ir
right in de middle er de brier-patch. Dar wuz a con-
siderbul flutter whar Brer Rabbit struck de bushes, en
Brer Fox sorter hang 'roun' fer ter see w'at wuz gwine-
ter happen. Bimeby he hear somebody call 'im, en way
up de hill he see Brer Rabbit setting' cross-legged on a


chinkapin log koamin' de pitch outen his har wid a
chip. Den Brer Fox know dat he bin swop off mighty

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bad. Brer Rabbit wuz bleedzed fer ter fling back some
er his sass, en he holler out:
"' Bred en bawn in a brier-patch, Brer Fox-bred
en bawn in a brier-patch!' en wid dat he skip out des
ez lively ez a cricket in de embers."




ONE time," said Uncle Remus-adjusting his spec-
tacles so as to be able to see how to thread a large darn-
ing-needle with which he was patching his coat-" one
time, way back yander, 'fo' you wuz borned, honey, en
'fo' Mars John er Miss Sally wuz borned-way back
yander 'fo' enny un us wuz borned, de anemils en de
creeturs sorter 'lecshuneer roun' amongg deyselves, twel
at las' dey 'greed fer ter have a'sembly. In dem days,"
continued the old man, observing a look of incredulity

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on the little boy's face, "in dem days creeturs had lots
mo' sense dan dey got now; let 'lone dat, dey had sense


same like folks. Hit was tech en go wid um, too, mon,
en w'en dey make up der mines w'at hatter be done,
'twant mo'n menshun'd 'fo' hit wuz. done. Well, dey
electedd dat dey hatter hole er 'sembly fer ter sorter
straighten out marters en hear de complaints, en w'en
de day come dey wuz on han'. De Lion, he wuz dar,
kase he wuz de king, en he hatter be dar. De Rhynos-
syhoss, he wuz dar, en de Elephent, he wuz dar, en de
Cammils, en de Cows, en plum down ter de Crawfishes,
dey wuz dar. Dey wuz all dar. En w'en de Lion
shuck his mane, en tuck his seat in de big cheer, den
de sesshun begun fer ter commence."
What did they do, Uncle Remus ?" asked the little
I can't skacely call to mine 'zackly w'at dey did
do, but dey spoke speeches, en hollered, en cusst, en
flung der langwidge 'roun' des like w'en yo' daddy wuz
gwineter run fer de legislator en got lef'. Howsomever,
dey 'ranged der 'fairs, en sprained der bizness. Bimeby,
w'ile dey wuz 'sputin' 'longer one er nudder, de Ele-
phent trompled on one er de Crawfishes. Co'se w'en
dat creetur put his foot down, w'atsumever's under dar
wuz bonn' fer ter be squshed, en dey wa'n't nuff er dat
Crawfish lef' fer ter tell dat he'd bin dar.
"Dis make de udder Crawfishes mighty mad, en
dey sorter swarmed tergedder en draw'd up a kinder
peramble wid some wharfo'es in it, en read her out in
de 'sembly. But, bless grashus! sech a racket wuz a


gwine on dat nobody ain't hear it, 'ceppin may be de
Mud Turkle en de Spring Lizzud, en dere enfloons wuz
pow'ful lackin'.
Bimeby, w'iles de Nunicorn wuz 'sputin' wid de
Lion, en w'ile de Hyener wuz a laughing' ter hisse'f, de
Elephent squshed anudder one er de Crawfishes, en a
little mo'n he'd er ruint de Mud Turkle. Den de Craw-
fishes, w'at dey wuz lef' un um, swarmed tergedder en
draw'd up anudder peramble wid sum mo' wharfo'es;
but dey might ez well er sung Ole Dan Tucker ter a
harrycane. De udder creeturs wuz too busy wid der
fussin' fer ter 'spon' unto de Crawfishes. So dar dey
wuz, de Crawfishes, en dey didn't know w'at minnit
wuz gwineter be de nex'; en dey kep' on gittin madder
en madder en skeerder en skeerder, twel bimeby dey
gun de wink ter de Mud Turkle en de Spring Lizzud,
en den dey bo'd little holes in de groun' en went down
outer sight."
"Who did, Uncle Remus ?" asked the little
"De Crawfishes, honey. Dey bo'd inter de ground'
en kep' on bo'in twel dey onloost de fountains er de
earf; en de waters squirt out, en riz higher en higher
twel de hills wuz kivvered, en de creeturs wuz all
drowned; en all bekaze dey let on amongg deyselves
dat dey wuz bigger dan de Crawfishes."
Then the old man blew the ashes from a smoking
yam, and proceeded to remove the peeling.


"Where was the ark, Uncle Remus ?" the little boy
inquired, presently.


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Wich ark's dat ? asked the old man, in a tone of
well-feigned curiosity.
"Noah's ark," replied the child.
"Don't you pester wid ole man Noah, honey. I
boun' he tuck keer er dat ark. Dat's w'at he wuz dar
fer, en dat's w'at he done. Leas'ways, dat's w'at dey
tells me. But don't you bodder longer dat ark, 'ceppin'
your mammy fetches it up. Dey mout er bin two
deloojes, en den agin dey moutent. Ef dey wuz enny
ark in dish yer w'at de Crawfishes brung on, I ain't
heern tell un it, en w'en dey ain't no arks 'roun', I ain't
got no time fer ter make um en put um in dar. Hit's
gittin' yo' bedtime, honey."




ONE evening when the little boy, whose nights with
Uncle Remus were as entertaining as those Arabian
ones of blessed memory, had finished supper and hur-
ried out to sit with his venerable patron, he found the
old man in great glee. Indeed, Uncle Remus was talk-
ing and laughing to himself at such a rate that the little
boy was afraid he had company. The truth is, Uncle
Remus had heard the child coming, and, when the rosy-
cheeked chap put his head in at the door, was engaged
in a monologue, the burden of which seemed to be-

"Ole Molly Har',
W'at you doin' dar,
Settin' in de corner
Smokin' yo' seegyar "

As a matter of course this vague allusion reminded
the little boy of the fact that the wicked Fox was still
in pursuit of the Rabbit, and he immediately put his
curiosity in the shape of a question.
"Uncle Remus, did the Rabbit have to go clean
away when he got loose from the Tar-Baby ?"
"Bless gracious, honey, dat he didn't. Who?
Him? You dunno nuthin' 'tall 'bout Brer Rabbit ef
dat's de way you putting' 'im down. W'at he gwine
'way fer? He moughter stayed sorter close twel de


pitch rub off'n his ha'r, but twern't menny days 'fo' he
wuz lopin' up en down de neighborhood same ez ever,
en I dunno ef he weren't mo' sassier dan befo'.
"Seem like dat de tale 'bout how he got mixt
up wid de Tar-Baby got 'roun' amongstt de nabers.
Leas'ways, Miss Meadows en de gals got win' un' it, en
de nex' time .Brer Rabbit paid um a visit Miss Meadows
tackled 'im 'bout it, en de gals sot up a monstus giggle-
ment. Brer Rabbit, he sot up des ez cool ez a cow-
cumber, he did, en let 'em run on."
"Who was Miss Meadows, Uncle Remus?" in-
quired the little boy.
"Don't ax me, honey. She wuz in de tale, Miss
Meadows en de gals wuz, en de tale I give you like hi't
wer' gun ter me. Brer Rabbit, he sot dar, he did,
sorter lam' like, en den bimeby he cross his legs, he
did, and wink his eye slow, en up and say, sezee:
'Ladies, Brer Fox wuz my daddy's ridin'-hoss fer
thirty year; maybe mo', but thirty year dat I knows
un,' sezee; en den he paid um his 'specks, en tip his
beaver, en march off, he did, des ez stiff en ez stuck up
ez a fire-stick.
"Nex' day, Brer Fox cum a calling and w'en he
gun fer ter laugh 'bout Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows en
de gals, dey ups en tells 'im 'bout w'at Brer Rabbit say.
Den Brer Fox grit his tushes sho' nuff, he did, en he
look mighty dumpy, but w'en he riz fer ter go he up
en say, sezee:


"'Ladies, I ain't 'sputin' w'at you say, but I'll
make Brer Rabbit chaw up his words en spit um out
right yer whar you kin see 'im,' sezee, en wid
dat off Brer Fox put.
En w'en he got in de big road,
he shuck de dew off'n his tail, en
made a straight shoot fer
1 i, Brer Rabbit's house. W'en
F he got dar, Brer Rabbit
S, wz -pectin' un 'im, en de
.- 1 iuz shet fas'. Brer
S F,.-,x knock. Nobody ain't
S,' .,I'-r. Brer Fox knock.
i ,Nobody ans'er. Den
'he knock agin-blam!
l lam! Den Brer Rab-
i' bit holler out mighty
[ weak:
', 'Is dat you, Brer
1 i |" Fox ? I want
you ter run en
fetch de doctor.
Dat bait er pusly
-- w'at I e't dis
mawnin' is gittin'
'way wid me. Do, please, Brer Fox, run quick,' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"' I come matter you, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox,


sezee. Dar's gwineter be a party up at Miss Mead-
ows's,' sezee. 'All de gals '11 be dere, en I promus' dat
I'd fetch you. De gals, dey 'lowed dat hit wouldn't be
no party 'ceppin' I fotch you,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
Den Brer Rabbit say he wuz too sick, en Brer
Fox say he wuzzent, en dar dey had it up and down,
'sputin' en contendin'. Brer Rabbit say he can't walk.
Brer Fox say he tote 'im. Brer Rabbit say how ?
Brer Fox say in his arms. Brer Rabbit say he drap
'im. Brer Fox 'low he won't. Bimeby Brer Rabbit
say he go ef Brer Fox tote 'im on his back. Brer Fox
say he would. Brer Rabbit say he can't ride widout a
saddle. Brer Fox say he git de saddle. Brer Rabbit
say he can't set in saddle less he have bridle fer ter hoP
by. Brer Fox say he git de bridle. Brer Rabbit say
he can't ride widout bline bridle, kaze Brer Fox be
slyin' at stumps 'long de road, en fling 'im off. Brer
Fox say he git bline bridle. Den Brer Rabbit say lie
go. Den Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit mos' up
ter Miss Meadows's, en den he could git down en walk
de balance er de way. Brer Rabbit 'greed, en den
Brer Fox lipt out atter de saddle en de bridle.
Co'se Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox
wuz fixin' fer ter play, en he 'termin' fer ter outdo 'im,
en by de time he koam his ha'r en twis' his mustarsh,
en sorter rig up, yer come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle
on, en looking' ez peart ez a circus pony. He trot up
ter de do' en stan' dar pawin' de ground en chompin'


de bit same like sho 'nuff hoss, en Brer Rabbit he
mount, he did, en dey amble off. Brer Fox can't see
behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel Brer
Rabbit raise one er his foots.
'W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit ?' sezee.


"'' Short'nin' de lef stir'p, Brer Fox,' sezee.
"Bimeby Brer Rabbit raise up de udder foot.
"'W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?' sezee.
"'Pullin' down my pants, Brer Fox,' sezee.
"All de time, bless grashus, honey, Brer Rabbit
wer putting' on his spurrers, en w'en dey got close to
Miss Meadows's, whar Brer Rabbit wuz to git off, en


Brer Fox made a motion fer ter stan' still, Brer .Rabbit
slap de spurrers inter Brer Fox flanks, en you better
b'leeve he got over groun'. W'en dey got ter de house,
Miss Meadows en all de gals wuz setting' on de peazzer,
en stidder stopping' at de gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by,
he did, en den come gallopin' down de road en up ter
de hoss-rack, w'ich he hitch Brer Fox at, en den he
santer inter de house, he did, en shake han's wid de
gals, en set dar, smoking' his seegyar same ez a town
man. Bimeby he draw in a long puff, en den let hit out
in a cloud, en squar hisse'f back en holler out, he did:
"'Ladies, ain't I done tell you Brer Fox wuz de
ridin'-hoss fer our fambly? He sorter losin' his gait
now, but I speck I kin fetch 'im all right in a mont'
er so,' sezee.
En den Brer Rabbit sorter grin, he did, en de gals
giggle, en Miss Meadows, she praise up de pony, en
dar wuz Brer Fox hitch fas' ter de rack, en couldn't
he'p hisse'f."
Is that all, Uncle Remus ?" asked the little boy
as the old man paused.
"Dat ain't all, honey, but 'twon't do fer ter give
out too much cloff fer ter cut one pa'r pants," replied
the old man sententiously.

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WHEN "Miss Sally's" little boy went to Uncle
Remus the next night to hear the conclusion of the
adventure in which the Rabbit made a riding-horse of
the Fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of
Miss Meadows and the girls, he found the old man in
a bad humor.
"I ain't tellin' no tales ter bad chilluns," said Uncle
Remus curtly.
"But, Uncle Remus, I ain't bad," said the little
boy plaintively.
"Who dat chunkin' dem chickens dis mawnin'?
Who dat knockin' out fokes's eyes wid dat Yallerbam-
mer sling des 'fo' dinner ? Who dat sickin' dat pointer
puppy atter my pig? Who dat scatterin' my ingun
sets? Who dat flingin' rocks on top er my house,
w'ich a little mo' en one un em would er drap spang
on my head ?"
"Well, now, Uncle Remus, I didn't go to do it. I
won't do so any more. Please, Uncle Remus, if you
will tell me, I'll run to the house and bring you some
"Seein' um's better'n hearing' tell un um," replied
the old man, the severity of his countenance relaxing
somewhat; but the little boy darted out, and in a few


minutes came running back with his pockets full and
his hands full.
"I lay yo' mammy '11 'spishun dat de rats' stum-
mucks is widenin' in dis neighborhood w'en she come
fer ter count up 'er cakes," said Uncle Remus, with a
chuckle. "Deze," he continued, dividing the cakes
into two equal parts-" dese I'll tackle now, en dese
I'll lay by fer Sunday.
"Lemme see. I mos' dis'member wharbouts Brer
Fox en Brer Rabbit wuz."
"The rabbit rode the fox to Miss Meadows's, and
hitched him to the horse-rack," said the little boy.
W'y co'se he did," said Uncle Remus. Co'se he
did. Well, Brer Rabbit rid Brer Fox up, he did, en
tied 'in to de rack,
en den sot out in
de peazzer wid de
gals a smoking' er
his seegyar wid
mo' proudness dan
w'at you mos' ever ,
see. Dey talk, en
dey sing, en dey __ __
play on de pean-
ner, de gals did,
twel bimeby hit
come time fer Brer Rabbit- fer to be gwine, en he
tell um all good-by, en strut out to de hoss-rack same's


ef he wuz de king- er de patter-rollers,* en den he
mount Brer Fox en ride off.
"Brer Fox ain't saying' nuthin' 'tall. He des rack
off, he did, en keep his mouf shet, en Brer Rabbit
know'd der wuz bizness cooking' up fer him, en he
feel monstus skittish. Brer Fox amble on twel he git
in de long lane, outer sight er Miss Meadows's house,
en den he tu'n loose, he did. He rip en he r'ar, en he
cuss, en he swar; he snort en he cavort."
"What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus ?" the
little boy inquired.
"He wuz trying' fer ter fling Brer Rabbit off'n his
back, bless yo' soul! But he des might ez well er
rastle wid his own shadder. Every time he hump
hisse'f Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers in 'im, en dar
dey had it, up en down. Brer Fox fa'rly to' up de
groun' he did, en he jump so high en he jump so
quick dat he mighty nigh snatch his own tail off.
Dey kep' on gwine on dis way twel bimeby Brer Fox
lay down en roll over, he did, en dis sorter onsettle
Brer Rabbit, but by de time Brer Fox got back on his
footses agin, Brer Rabbit wuz gwine thoo de under-
bresh mo' samer dan a race-hoss. Brer Fox le lit out

Patrols. In the country districts, order was kept on the plan-
tations at night by the knowledge that they were liable to be visited
at any moment by the patrols. Hence a song current among the
negroes, the chorus of which was:
Run, nigger, run; patter-roller ketch you-
Run, nigger, run; hit's almost' day."

"E den he tu'nloose, he did."


matter 'im, he did, en lie push Brer Rabbit so close
dat it wuz 'bout all he could do fer ter git in a
holler tree. Hole too little fer Brer Fox fer
ter git in, en he hatter lay down
en res' en gedder his mine terged-
j' der.
i "While he wuz layin' dar,
Mr. Buzzard come floppin'
e, 'long, en seeing' Brer Fox
I stretch out on de groun',
S/ e lit en view de pre-
musses. Den Mr. Buz-
zard sorter shake his wing,
\en put his head on one side,
en say to hisse'f like, sezee:
"' Brer Fox dead, en I so sor-
ry,' sezee.
"'No I ain't dead, nudder,'
sez Brer Fox, sezee. 'I
got ole man
Rabbit pent
"' up in yer,'
sezee, 'en
I'm a gwine-


ter git 'im dis time ef it take twel Chris'mus,'
"Den, atter some mo' palaver, Brer Fox make a
bargain dat Mr. Buzzard wuz ter watch de hole, en
keep Brer Rabbit dar wiles Brer Fox went atter his
axe. Den Brer Fox, he lope off, he did, en Mr. Buz-
zard, he tuck up his stan' at de hole. Bimeby, w'en
all git still, Brer Rabbit sorter scramble down close ter
de hole, he did, en holler out:
"'Brer Fox! Oh! Brer Fox!'
"Brer Fox done gone, en nobody say nuthin'.
Den Brer Rabbit squall out like he wuz mad; sezee:
"'You needn't talk less you waterr' sezee; 'I
knows your dar, en I ain't keerin',' sezee. 'I des
water tell you dat I wish mighty bad Brer Tukkey
Buzzard wuz here,' sezee.
"Den Mr. Buzzard try ter talk like Brer Fox:
W'at you want wid Mr. Buzzard ?' sezee.
"'Oh, nuthin' in 'tickler, 'cep' dere's de fattes'
gray squir'l in yer dat ever I see,' sezee, 'en ef Brer
Tukkey Buzzard wuz 'roun' he'd be mighty glad fer
ter git 'im,' sezee.
"'How Mr. Buzzard gwine ter git 'i ?' sez de
Buzzard, sezee.
"'Well, dar's a little hole roun' on de uddei side er
de tree,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en ef Brer Tukkey
Buzzard wuz here so he could take up his stan' dar,'
sezee, 'I'd drive dat squir'l out,' sezee.


"'Drive 'ir out, den,' sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee, 'en
I'll see dat Brer Tukkey Buzzard gits 'im,' sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit kick up a racket, like he wer'
driving' sumpin' out, en Mr. Buzzard he rush 'roun' fer
ter ketch de squir'l, en Brer Rab-
bit, he dash out, he
did, en he des fly fer
At this point Un-
cle Remus took one
of the tea-
cakes, held /

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his head back, opened his mouth, dropped the cake in
with a sudden motion, looked at the little boy with an
expression of astonishment, and then closed his eyes,
and begun to chew, mumbling as an accompaniment
the plaintive tune of Don't you Grieve atter Me."
The seance was over; but, before the little boy
went into .the big house," Uncle Remus laid his
rough hand tenderly on the child's shoulder, and re-
marked, in a confidential tone:


Honey, you mus' git up soon Chris'mus mawnin'
en open de do'; kase I'm gwineter bounce in on MIarse
John en Miss Sally, en holler Chris'mus gif' des like I
useter endurin' de farmin' days fo' de war, w'en ole
Miss wuz 'live. I boun' dey don't fergit de o'e nigger,
nudder. W'en you hear me calling' de pigs, honey, you
des hop up en onfassen de do'. I lay I'll give Marse
John one er dese yer 'sprize parties."



"EF I don't run inter no mistakes," remarked
Uncle Remus, as the little boy came tripping in to see
him after supper, "Mr. Tukkey Buzzard wuz gyardin'
de holler whar Brer Rabbit went in at, en w'ich he
come out un."
The silence of the little boy verified the old man's
Well, Mr. Buzzard, he. feel mighty lonesome, he
did, but he done prommust Brer Fox dat he'd stay, en
he 'termin' fer ter sorter hang 'roun' en jine in de
joke. En he ain't hatter wait long, nudder, kase bime-
by yer come Brer Fox gallopin' thoo de woods wid his
axe on his shoulder.
How you speck Brer Rabbit gittin' on, Brer Buz-
zard ?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.


"'Oh, he in dar,' sez Brer Buzzard, sezee. 'He
mighty still, dough. I speck he takin' a nap,' sezee.
"'Den I'm des in time fer ter wake 'im up,' sez
Brer Fox, sezee. En wid dat he fling off his coat, en
spit in his han's, en grab de axe. Den he draw back
en come down on de tree-pow! En eve'y time he
come down wid de axe-pow !-Mr. Buzzard, he step
high, he did, en holler out:
"'Oh, he in dar, Brer Fox. He
in dar, sho.'


A i

En eve'y time a chip ud fly off, Mr. Buzzard, he'd
jump, en dodge, en hole his head sideways, he would,
en holler:


"' He in dar, Brer Fox. I done heerd 'im. He in
dar, sho.'
En Brer Fox, he lammed away at dat holler tree,
he did, like a man maulin' rails, twel bimeby, matter he
done got de tree mos' cut thoo, he stop fer ter ketch his
bref, en he seed Mr. Buzzard laughing' behind his back,
he did, en right den en dar, widout gwine enny fudder,
Brer Fox, he smelt a rat. But Mr. Buzzard, he keep
on holler'n:
"' He in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho. I done
seed 'im.'
"Den Brer Fox, he make like he peepin' up de
holler, en he say, sezee:
"'Run yer, Brer Buzzard, en look ef dis ain't Brer
Rabbit's foot hanging down yer.'
En Mr. Buzzard, he come steppin' up, he did,
same ez ef he wer treddin' on kurkle-burs, en he stick
his head in de hole; en no sooner did he done dat dan
Brer Fox grab 'im. Mr. Buzzard flap his wings, en
scramble 'roun' right smartually, he did, but 'twant no
use. Brer Fox had de 'vantage er de grip, he did, en
he hilt 'im right down ter de groun'. Den Mr. Buz-
zard squall out, sezee:
'Lemme 'lone, Brer Fox. Tu'n me loose,'
sezee; 'Brer Rabbit'll git out. Youer gittin' close
at 'im,' sezee, en leb'm mo' licks'll fetch 'im,'
"' I'm nigher ter you, Brer Buzzard,' sez Brer Fox,


sezee, 'dan I'll be ter Brer Rabbit dis day,' sezee.
'W'at you fool me fer ?' sezee.
Lemme 'lone, Brer Fox,' sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee;
'my ole 'oman waiting' fer me. Brer Rabbit in dar,'
Dar's a bunch er his fur on dat black-be'y bush,'
sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en dat ain't de way he come,'
Den Mr. Buzzard up'n tell Brer Fox how 'twuz,
en he low'd, Mr. Buzzard did, dat Brer Rabbit wuz de
lowdownest w'atsizname w'at he ever run up wid.
Den Brer Fox say, sezee:
"'Dat's needer here ner dar, Brer Buzzard,' sezee.
'I lef' you yer fer ter watch dish yere hole, en I lef'
Brer Rabbit in dar. I comes back en I fines you at de
hole en Brer Rabbit ain't in dar,' sezee. 'I'm gwine-
ter make you pay fer't. I done bin tampered wid twel
plum' down ter de sap sucker'll set on a log en sassy
me. I'm winter fling you in a bresh-heap en burn
you up,' sezee.
"'Ef you fling me on der fier, Brer Fox, I'll fly
'way,' sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee.
Well, den, I'll settle yo' hash right now,' sez
Brer Fox, sezee, en wid dat he grab Mr. Buzzard by de
tail, he did, en make fer ter dash 'im 'gin de groun',
but des 'bout dat-time de tail fedders come out, en Mr.
Buzzard sail off like one er dese yer berloons; en ez
he riz, he holler back:


"' You gimme good start, Brer Fox,' sezee, en Brer
Fox sot dar en watch 'im fly outer sight."

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: "But what be-
came of the Rab-
Sbit, Uncle Remus ?"
T--~- /^/=- ^ag ^----
asked the little boy.
"Don't you pes-
ter 'longer Brer Rabbit, honey, en don't you fret
'bout 'im. You'll year whar he went en how he come
out. Dish yer cole snap rastles wid my bohes, now,"
continued the old man, putting on his hat and pick-
ing up his walking-stick. "Hit rastles wid me mons-
tus, en I gotter rack 'roun' en see if I kin run up agin
some Chris'mus leaving's "




UNCLE REMUS," said the little boy, what became
of the Rabbit after he fooled the Buzzard, and got out
of the hollow tree ? "
"Who? Brer Rabbit? Bless yo' soul, honey, Brer
Rabbit went skippin' 'long home, he did, des ez sassy
ez a jay-bird at a sparrer's nes'. He went gallopin'
'long, he did, but he feel mighty tired out, en stiff in
his jints, en he wuz mighty nigh dead for sumpin fer
ter drink, en bimeby, w'en he got mos' home, he spied
ole Miss Cow feedin' roun' in a field he did, en lie
'termin' fer ter try his han' wid 'er. Brer Rabbit
know mighty well dat Miss Cow won't give 'im no
milk, kaze she done 'fuse 'im mo'n once, en w'en his
ole 'oman wuz sick, at dat. But never mind dat. Brer
Rabbit sorter dance up 'long side er de fence, he did,
en holler out:
"' Howdy, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
"'W'y, howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Miss Cow, sez
"' How you fine yo'se'f deze days, Sis Cow ?' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee.
I'm sorter toler'ble, Brer Rabbit; how you come
on ? sez Miss Cow, sez she.
"' Oh, I'm des toler'ble myse'f, Sis Cow; sorter lin-

ger'n' twix' a bauk en a break-down,' sez Brer Rabbit,
How yo' fokes, Brer Rabbit ?' sez Miss Cow, sez
"'Dey er des middlin', Sis Cow; how Brer Bull
gittin' on sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
Sorter so-so,' sez Miss
Cow, sez she.
"'Dey er some mighty

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-~'"'- i" .- / ".. "- l ^ nice 'simmons up dis
Street, Sis Cow,' sez
S 'r d^- \', Brer Rabbit, sezee,
', 'en I'd like mighty
well fer ter have some
un um,' sezee.
How you gwineter git um, Brer Rabbit ? sez she.
I 'low'd maybe dat I might ax you fer ter butt
'gin de tree, en shake some down, Sis Cow,' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee.


"C'ose Miss Cow don't water diskommerdate
Brer Rabbit, en she march up ter de 'simmon tree, she
did, en hit it a rap wid'er horns-blam Now, den,"
continued Uncle Remus, tearing off the corner of a
plug of tobacco and cramming it into his mouth-
"now, den, dem 'simmons wuz green ez grass, en
na'er one never drap. Den Miss Cow butt de tree
-blim! Na'er 'simmon drap. Den Miss Cow sorter
back off little, en run agin de tree-blip No 'sim-
mons never drap. Den Miss Cow back off little
fudder, she did, en hi'st her tail on 'er back, en come
agin de tree, kerblam en she come so fas', en she
come so hard, twel one 'er her horns went spang thoo
de tree, en dar she wuz. She can't go forreds, en
she can't go backerds. Dis zackly w'at Brer Rabbit
waiting' fer, en he no sooner seed ole Miss Cow all
fas'en'd up dan he jump up, he did, en cut de pidjin-
Come he'p me out, Brer Rabbit,' sez Miss Cow,
sez she.
"' I can't clime, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee,
'but I'll run'n tell Brer Bull,' sezee; en wid dat Brer
Rabbit put out fer home, en 'twan't long 'fo here he
come wid his ole 'oman en all his chilluns, en de las'
one er de fambly wuz totin' a pail. De big uns had
big pails, en de little uns had little pails. En dey all
s'roundid ole Miss Cow, dey did, en you hear me, hon-
ey, dey milk't 'er dry. De ole uns milk't en de young


uns milk't, en den w'en dey done got nuff, Brer Rab-
bit, he up'n say, sezee:

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"' I wish you mighty well, Sis
Cow. I 'low'd bein's how dat
you'd hatter sorter camp out all
( night dat I'd better
. ---" come en swaje yo'
Sbag,' sezee."

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"Do which, Uncle .
Remus?" asked the lit-" ..
tie boy.
"Go 'long, honey !
Swaje 'er bag. W'en
cows don't git milk't, '
der bag swells, en
youk'n hear um a
moanin' en a beller'n
des like dey wuz gittin'
hurtid. Dat's w'at t
Brer Rabbit done. He
'sembled his fambly, I I''
he did, en he swaje ole '
Miss Cow's bag.
Miss Cow, she stood dar, she did, en she study en
study, en strive fer ter break loose, but de horn done


bin jam in de tree so tight dat twuz way 'fo day in de
morning' 'fo' she loose it. Anyhow hit wuz endurin' er
de night, en atter she git loose she sorter graze 'roun',
she did, fer ter jestify 'er stummuck. She 'low'd, ole
Miss Cow did, dat Brer Rabbit be hoppin' 'long dat
way fer ter see how she gittin' on, en she tuck'n lay er
trap fer 'im; en des 'bout sunrise wat'd ole Miss Cow
do but march up ter de 'simmon tree en stick er horn
back in de hole ? But, bless yo' soul, honey, w'ile she
wuz croppin' de grass, she tuck one moufull too
menny, kaze w'en she hitch on ter de 'simmon tree
agin, Brer Rabbit wuz setting' in de fence corner a
watching' un 'er. Den Brer Rabbit he say ter hisse'f :
"' Heyo,' sezee, 'w'at dis yer gwine on now? Hole
yo' losses, Sis Cow, twel you hear me coming, sezee.
En den he crope off down de fence, Brer Rabbit
did, en bimeby here he come-lippity-clippity, clippity-
lippity-des a sailin' down de big road.
Mornin', Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'how
vou come on dis morning' ?' sezee.
"' Po'ly, Brer Rabbit, po'ly,' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
'I ain't had no res' all night,' sez she. I can't pull
loose,' sez she, but ef you'll come en ketch holt er my
tail, Brer Rabbit,' sez she, I reckin may be I kin fetch
my horn out,' sez she. Den Brer Rabbit, he come up
little closer, but he ain't gittin' too close.
I speck I'm nigh nuff, Sis Cow,' sez Brer Rab-
bit, sezee. 'I'm a mighty puny man, en I might git


trompled,' sezee. 'You do de pullin', Sis Cow,' sezee,
'en I'll do de gruntin',' sezee.
"Den Miss Cow, she pull out 'er horn, she did, en
tuck matter Brer Rabbit, en down de big road dey had
it, Brer Rabbit wid his years laid back, en Miss Cow

wid 'er head down en 'er tail curl. Brer Rabbit kep'
on gainin', en bimeby he dart in a brier-patch, en by
de time Miss Cow come 'long he had his head stickin'
out, en his eyes look big ez Miss Sally's chany sassers.
"'Heyo, Sis Cow! Whar you gwine?' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee.
"' Howdy, Brer Big-Eyes,' sez Miss Cow, sez she.
'Is you seed Brer Rabbit go by ?'
"' He des dis minit pass,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee,
'en he look mighty sick,' sezee.
En wid dat, Miss Cow tuck down de road like de
dogs wuz matter 'er, en Brer Rabbit, le des lay down dar
in de brier-patch en roll en laugh twel his sides hurtid
'im. He bleedzd ter laff. Fox matter 'im, Buzzard atter
'im, en Cow matter 'im, en dey ain't kotch 'im yit."




Miss SALLY'S little boy again occupying the anx-
ious position of auditor, Uncle Remus took the shovel
and "put de noses er de chunks tergedder," as he ex-
pressed it, and then began:
"One day, matter Sis Cow done run pas' 'er own
shadder trying' fer ter ketch 'im, Brer Rabbit tuck'n

'low dat he wuz gwineter drap in en see Miss Meadows
en de gals, en he got out his piece er lookin'-glass en


primp up, he did, en sot out. Gwine canterin' 'long
de road, who should Brer Rabbit run up wid but ole
Brer Tarrypin-de same ole one-en-sixpunce. Brer
Rabbit stop, he did, en rap on de roof er Brer Tarry-
pin house."
On the roof of his house, Uncle Remus ?" inter-
rupted the little boy.
"Co'se honey, Brer Tarrypin kare his house wid
'im. Rain er shine, hot er cole, strike up wid ole Brer
Tarrypin w'en you will en w'ilst you may, en whar you
fine 'im, dar you'll fine his shanty. Hit's des like I tell
you. So den! Brer Rabbit he rap on de roof er Brer
Tarrypin's house, he did, en ax wuz he in, en Brer
Tarrypin 'low dat he wuz, en den Brer Rabbit, he ax
'im howdy, en den Brer Tarrypin he likewise 'spon'
howdy, en den Brer Rabbit he say whar wuz Brer
Tarrypin gwine, en Brer Tarrypin, he say w'ich he
weren't gwine nowhar skasely. Den Brer Rabbit 'low
he wuz on his way fer ter see Miss Meadows en de
gals, en he ax Brer Tarrypin ef he won't jine in en go
long, en Brer Tarrypin 'spon' he don't keer ef he do,
en den dey sot out. Dey had plenty er time fer con-
fabbin' 'long de way, but bimeby dey got dar, en Miss
Meadows en de gals dey come ter de do', dey did, en
ax um in, en in dey went.
"W'en dey got in, Brer Tarrypin wnz so flat-footed
dat he wuz too low on de flo', en he weren't high nuff
in a cheer, but while dey wuz all scramblin' 'roun'


trying' fer ter git Brer Tarrypin a cheer, Brer Rabbit,
he pick 'im up en put 'im on de shelf whar de water-
bucket sot, en ole Brer Tarrypin, he lay back up dar,
he did, des es proud ez a nigger wid a cook 'possum.
Co'se de talk fell on Brer Fox, en Miss Meadows
en de gals make a great 'miration 'bout w'at a gaily
ridin'-hoss Brer Fox wuz, en dey make lots er fun, en
laugh en giggle same like gals duz deze days. Brer
Rabbit, he sot dar in de cheer smoking' his seegyar, en
he sorter kler up his th'oat, en say, sezee:
I'd er rid 'im over dis mawnin', ladies,' sezee,
'but I rid 'im so hard yistiddy dat he went lame in
de off fo' leg, en I speck I'll hatter swop 'im off yit,'
Den Brer Tarrypin, he up'n say, sezee:
"' Well, ef you gwineter sell 'im, Brer Rabbit,'
sezee, 'sell him some'rs outen dis naberhood, kase he
done bin yer too long now,' sezee. No longer'n day
'fo' yistiddy,' sezee, Brer Fox pass me on de road, en
whatter you reckin he say ?' sezee:
Law, Brer Tarrypin,' sez Miss Meadows, sez she,
'you don't mean ter say he cust?' sez she, en den de
gals hilt der fans up 'fo' der faces.
"'Oh, no, ma'm,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee, 'he
didn't cust, but he holler out-"I-Ieyo, Stinkin' Jim!"'
Oh, my! You hear dat, gals ?' sez Miss Mead-
ows, sez she; Brer Fox call Brer Tarrypin Stinkin'


Jim,' sez she, en den Miss Meadows en de gals make
great wonderment how Brer Fox kin talk dat a way
'bout nice man like Brer Tarrypin.
But bless grashus, honey I w'ilst all dis gwine on,
Brer Fox wuz stannin' at de back do' wid one year at
de cat-hole lissenin'. Eave-drappers don't hear no good
er deyse'f, en de way Brer Fox wuz 'bused dat day wuz
a caution.
"Bimeby Brer Fox stick his head in de do', en
holler out:
"' Good evening fokes, I wish you mighty well,'
sezee, en wid dat. he make a dash for Brer Rabbit, but
Miss Meadows en de gals dey holler en squall, dey did,

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en Brer Tarrypin he got ter scramblin' roun' up dar
on de shelfe,en off he come, e blip e tuck Brer Fox


on de back er de head. Dis sorter stunted Brer Fox,
en w'en he gedder his 'membunce de nos' he seed wuz
a pot er greens turnt over in de fireplace, en a broke
cheer. Brer Rabbit wuz gone, en Brer Tarrypin wuz
gone, en Miss Meadows en de gals wuz gone."
Where did the Rabbit go, Uncle Remus ?" the
little boy asked, after a pause.
Bless yo' soul, honey! Brer Rabbit he skint up
de chimbly-dats w'at turnt de pot er greens over.
Brer Tarrypin, he crope under de bed, he did, en got
behime de cloze-chist, en Miss Meadows en de gals, dey
run out in de yard.
Brer Fox, he sorter look roun' en feel er de back
er his head, whar Brer Tarrypin lit, but he don't see
no sine er Brer Rabbit. But de smoke en de ashes
gwine up de chimbly got de best er Brer Rabbit, en
bimeby he sneeze-huckychow !
"' Aha !' sez Brer Fox, sezee ; 'yoner dar, is you '
sezee. Well, I'm gwineter smoke you out, ef it takes
a mont'. Youer mine dis time,' sezee. Brer Rabbit
ain't sayin' nuthin'.
"'Ain't you coming' down ?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
Brer Rabbit ain't sayin' nuthin'. Den Brer Fox, he
went out atter some wood, he did, en w'en lie come
back he hear Brer Rabbit laughing .
"' W'at you laughing' at, Brer Rabbit ?' sez Brer
Fox, sezee.
"' Can't tell you, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

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Better tell, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"''Tain't nuthin' but a box er money somebody
done gone en lef' up yer in de chink er de chimbly,'
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
'Don't b'leeve you,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
Look up en see,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en w'en
Brer Fox look up, Brer Rabbit spit his eyes full er

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terbarker joose, he did, en Brer Fox, he make a break
fer de branch, en Brer Rabbitt he come down en tole
de ladies good-by.
"'How you git 'im off, Brer Rabbit?' sez Miss
Meadows, sez she.


Who ? me ?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee ; 'w'y I des
tuck en tole 'im dat ef he didn't go 'long home en stop
playing' his pranks on spectubble fokes, dat I'd take 'im
out and th'ash 'im,' sezee."
And what became of the Terrapin ?" asked the
little boy.
Oh, well den !" exclaimed the old man, "chilluns
can't speck ter know all 'bout eve'vthing 'fo' dey git
some res'. Dem eyeleds er yone water be propped
wid straws dis minnit."



"I LAY yo' ma got company," said Uncle Remus, as
the little boy entered the old man's door with a huge
piece of mince-pie in his hand, "en ef she ain't got
company, den she done gone en drap de cubberd key
som'ers whar you done run up wid it."
Well, I saw the pie lying there, Uncle Remus,
and I just thought I'd fetch it out to you."
"Tooby sho, honey," replied the old man, regard-
ing the child with admiration. Tooby sho, honey;
dat changes marters. Chrismus doin's is outer date, en
dey ain't got no bizness layin' roun' loose. Dish yer
pie," Uncle Remus continued, holding it up and meas-
uring it with an experienced eye, will gimme strenk


fer ter persoo on atter Brer Fox en Brer Rabbit en de
udder creeturs w'at dey roped in 'long wid um."
Here the old man paused, and proceeded to demol-
ish the pie-a feat accomplished in a very short time.
Then he wiped the crumbs from his beard and began:
Brer Fox feel so bad, en he git so mad 'bout Brer
Rabbit, dat he dinner w'at ter do, en he look mighty
down-hearted. Bimeby, one day wiles he wuz gwine
'long de road, old Brer Wolf come up wid 'im. W'en
dey done howdyin' en axin' atter one nudder's fambly
connexshun, Brer Wolf, he 'low, he did, dat der wuz
sump'n wrong wid Brer Fox, en Brer Fox, he 'low'd
der weren't, en he went on en laugh en make great ter-
do kaze Brer Wolf look like he spishun sump'n. But
Brer Wolf, he got mighty long head, en he sorter
broach 'bout Brer Rabbit's kyar'ns on, kaze de way dat
Brer Rabbit 'ceive Brer Fox done got ter be de talk er
de naberhood. Den Brer Fox en Brer Wolf dey
sorter palavered on, dey did, twel bimeby Brer Wolf
he np'n say dat he done got plan fix fer ter trap Brer
Rabbit. Den Brer Fox say how. Den Brer Wolf
up'n tell 'im dat de way fer ter git de drap on Brer
Rabbit wuz ter git 'im in Brer Fox house. Brer Fox
dun know Brer Rabbit uv ole, en le know dat sorter
game done wo' ter a frazzle, but Brer Wolf, he talk
mighty 'swadin'.
How you gwine git 'im dar ?' sez Brer Fox,


" 'Fool 'im dar,' sez Brer Wolf, sezee.
" Who gwine do de foolin' ?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.

"' I'll do de foolin',' sez Brer Wolf, sezee, 'ef
you'll do de gamin',' sezee.
'How you gwine do it ?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"' You run 'long home, en git on de bed, en make
like you dead, en don't you say nothing' twel Brer Rab-
bit come en put his ban's onter you,' sez Brer Wolf,
sezee, en ef we don't git 'im fer supper, Joe's dead en
Sal's a widder,' sezee.


"Dis look like mighty nice game, en Brer Fox
'greed. So den he amble off home, en Brer Wolf, he
march off ter Brer Rabbit house. W'en he got dar,
hit look like nobody at home, but Brer Wolf he walk
up en knock on de do'-blam! blam! Nobody come.
Den he lai loose en knock 'gin-blim! blim!
'Who dar ?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
'Fr'en',' sez Brer Wolf.
"'Too menny fr'en's spiles de dinner,' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee; 'w'ich un's dis ?' sezee.
"' I fetch bad news, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Wolf,
"' Bad news is soon tole,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
By dis time Brer Rabbit done come ter de do',
wid his head tied up in a red hankcher.
"'Brer Fox died dis morning, sez Brer Wolf,
"' Whar yo' mo'nin' gown, Brer Wolf ?' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee.
"' Gwine atter it now,' sez Brer Wolf, sezee. I
des call by fer ter bring de news. I went down ter
Brer Fox house little bit 'go, en dar I foun' 'im stiff,'
Den Brer Wolf lope off. Brer Rabbit sot down
en scratch his head, he did, en bimeby he say ter hisse'f
dat he b'leeve he sorter drap 'roun' by Brer Fox house
fer ter see how de lan' lay. No sooner said'n done.
Up he jump, en out he went. W'en Brer Rabbit got


close ter Brer Fox house, all look lonesome. Den he
went up nigher. Nobody stirring Den he look in,
en dar lay Brer Fox stretch out on de bed des ez big

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ez life. Den Brer Rabbit make like he talking' to
"'Nobody 'roun' fer ter look matter Brer Fox-not
even Brer Tukkey Buzzard ain't come ter de funer'l,'
sezee. I hope Brer Fox ain't dead, but I speck he is,'
sezee. 'Even down ter Brer Wolf done gone en lef
'im. Hit's de busy season wid me, but I'll set up wid
'im. He seem like he dead, yit he mayn't be,' sez
Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'W'en a man go ter see dead
fokes, dead fokes callers raises up der behime leg en
hollers, wawo !' sezee.


Brer Fox he stay still. Den Brer Rabbit he talk
little louder:
"' Mighty funny. Brer Fox look like he dead, yit
he don't do like he dead. Dead fokes hists der behime
leg en hollers wahoo! w'en a man come ter see um,'
sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
Sho' nuff, Brer Fox lif' up his foot en holler
wahoo! en Brer Rabbit he tear out de house like de
dogs wuz matter 'im. Brer Wolf mighty smart, but
nex' time you hear fum 'im, honey, he'll be in trouble.
You des hole yo' breff'n wait."



"ONE day," said Uncle Remus, sharpening his knife
on the palm of his hand-" one day Brer Fox strike up
wid Brer Tarrypin right in de middle er de big road.
Brer Tarrypin done heerd 'im coming en he 'low ter
hissef dat he'd sorter keep one eye open; but Brer Fox
wuz monstus perlite, en he open up de confab, he did,
like he ain't see Brer Tarrypin sence de las' freshit.
"'Heyo, Brer Tarrypin, whar you bin dis long-
come-short ?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"'Lounjun 'roun', Brer Fox, lounjun 'roun',' sez
Brer Tarrypin.


You don't look sprucy like you did, Brer Tarry-
pin,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"'Lounjun 'roun' en suffer'n',' sez Brer Tarrypin,
Den de talk sorter run on like dis:
"'W'at ail you, Brer Tarrypin? Yo' eye look
mighty red,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at trubble is. You
ain't bin lounjun 'roun' en suffer'n',' sez Brer Tarrypin,
"' Bofe eyes red, en you look like you mighty
weak, Brer Tarrypin,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.


Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at trubble is,' sez
Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
W'at ail you now, Brer Tarrypin?' sez Brer
Fox, sezee.


"' Tuck a walk de udder day, en man come 'long
en sot de fiel' a-fier. Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at
trubble is,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
"' How you git out de fier, Brer Tarrypin sez
Brer Fox, sezee.
"' Sot en tuck it, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Tarrypin,
sezee. 'Sot en tuck it, en de smoke sif' in my eye, en
de fier scorch my back,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
'Likewise hit bu'n yo' tail off,' sez Brer Fox,
Oh, no, dar's de tail, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Tarry-
pin, sezee, en wid dat he oncurl his tail fum under de
shell, en no sooner did he do dat dan Brer Fox grab it,
en holler out:
"' Oh, yes, Brer Tarrypin Oh, yes! En so yoner
de man w'at lam me on de head at Miss Meadows's is
you? Yoner in wid Brer Rabbit, is you ? Well, I'm
gwineter out you.'
Brer Tarrypin beg en beg, but 'twan't no use.
Brer Fox done been fool so much dat he look like he
'termin' fer ter have Brer Tarrypin haslett. Den Brer
Tarrypin beg Brer Fox not fer ter drown 'im, but Brer
Fox ain't making' no prommus, en den he beg Brer Fox
fer ter bu'n' 'im, kase he done useter fier, but Brer Fox
don't say nuthin'. Bimeby Brer Fox drag Brer Tarry-
pin off little ways b'low de spring-'ouse, en souze 'im
under de water. Den Brer Tarrypin begin fer ter


Tu'n loose dat stump root en ketch holt er me-
tu'n loose dat stump root en ketch holt er me.'
Brer Fox he holler back:


I ain't got holt er no stump root, en I is got holt
er you.'



"Brer Tarrypin he keep on holler'n:
"' Ketch holt er me-I'm a drownin'-I'm a
drownin'-tu'n loose de stump root en ketch holt er
Sho nuff, Brer Fox tu'n loose de tail, en Brer
Tarrypin, he went down ter de bottom-kerblunkity-
blink !"
No typographical combination or description could
do justice to the guttural sonorousness-the peculiar
intonation-which Uncle Remus imparted to this com-
bination. It was so peculiar, indeed, that the little boy
How did he go to the bottom, Uncle Remus ?"
Was he drowned, Uncle Remus ?"
"Who? Ole man Tarrypin? Is you drowndid
w'en yo' ma tucks you in de bed ?"
Well, no," replied the little boy, dubiously.
Ole man Tarrypin wuz at home I tell you, honey.
Kerblinkity-blunk !"



UNCLE REMUS was half-soling one of his shoes, and
his Miss Sally's little boy had been handling his awls,
his hammers, and his knives to such an extent that the


old man was compelled to assume a threatening atti-
tude; but peace reigned again, and the little boy
perched himself on a chair, watching Uncle Remus
driving in pegs.
Folks w'at's allers pesterin' people, en bodderin'
'longer dat w'at ain't dern, don't never come ter no
good eend. Dar wuz Brer Wolf; stidder mindin' un
his own bizness, he hatter take en go in partnerships
wid Brer Fox, en dey want skacely a minnit in de day
dat he want atter Brer Rabbit, en he kep' on en kep'
on twel fus' news you knowed he got kotch up wid-
en he got kotch up wid monstus bad."
Goodness, Uncle Remus! I thought the Wolf let
the Rabbit alone, after he tried to fool him about the
Fox being dead."
"Better lemme tell dish yer my way. Bimeby
hit'll be yo' bed time, en Miss Sally'll be a hollerin'
atter you, en you'll be a whimplin' roun', en den Mars
John'll fetch up de re'r wid dat ar strop w'at I made
fer 'im."
The child laughed, and playfully shook his fist in
the simple, serious face of the venerable old darkey,
but said no more. Uncle Remus waited awhile to be
sure there was to be no other demonstration, and then
"Brer Rabbit ain't see no peace w'atsumever.
He can't leave home 'cep' Brer Wolf 'ud make a raid
en tote off some er de fambly. Brer Rabbit b'ilt 'im a


straw house, en hit wuz tored down; den he made a
house outen pine-tops, en dat went de same way; den

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he made 'im a bark house, en dat wuz raided on, en
eve'y time he .los' a house he los' one er his chilluns.
Las' Brer Rabbit got mad, he did, en cust, en den he
went off, he did, en got some kyarpinters, en dey b'ilt
'im a plank house wid rock foundashuns. Atter dat
he could have some peace en quietness. He could go
out en pass de time er day wid his neighbors, en come
back en set by de fier, en smoke his pipe, en read de
newspapers same like enny man w'at got a fambly.
He made a hole, he did, in de cellar whar de little
Rabbits could hide out w'en dar wuz much uv a racket


in de neighborhood, en de latch er de front do' kotch on
de inside. Brer Wolf, he see how de lan' lay, he did,
en he lay low. De little Rabbits was mighty skittish,
but hit got so dat cole chills ain't run up Brer Rabbit's
back no mo' w'en he heerd Brer Wolf go gallopin' by.
Bimeby, one day w'en Brer Rabbit wuz fixin' fer
ter call on Miss Coon, he heerd a monstus fuss en clat-
ter up de big road, en 'mos' 'fo' he could fix his years
fer ter lissen, Brer Wolf run in de do'. De little Rab-
bits dey went inter dere hole in de cellar, dey did, like
blowin' out a cannle. Brer Wolf wuz far'ly kivver'd
wid mud, en mighty nigh outer win'.
"'Oh, do pray save me, Brer Rabbit!' sez Brer
Wolf, sezee. 'Do please, Brer Rabbit! de dogs is
atter me, en dey'll t'ar me up. Don't you year um
coming ? Oh, do please save me, Brer Rabbit! Hide
me some'rs whar de dogs won't git me.'
No quicker sed dan done.
'Jump in dat big chist dar, Brer Wolf,' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee; 'jump in dar en make yo'se'f at home.'
In jump Brer Wolf, down come the led, en inter
de hasp went de hook, en dar Mr. Wolf wuz. Den
Brer Rabbit went ter de lookin'-glass, he did, en wink
at hisse'f, en den he draw'd de rockin'-cheer in front er
de fier, he did, en tuck a big chaw terbarker."
Tobacco, Uncle Remus ?" asked the little boy, in-
Rabbit terbarker, honey. You know dis yer life

ev'lastin' w'at Miss Sally puts 'mong de coze in de
trunk ; well, dat's rabbit terbarker. Den Brer Rabbit
sot dar long time, he did, turning' his mine over en
wukken his thinking' masheen.
Bimeby he got up, en sor-
ter stir 'roun'. Den i
Brer Wolf op,-n up :
"'Is de d.i,,g I i
all gone, B:e-r 1i
Rabbit V ills

", '-

"' Seem like I hear one un um smelling' roun' de
chimbly-cornder des now.'
"Den Brer Rabbit git de little en fill it full er
water, en put it on de fier.
"' W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?'
"'I'm fixin' fer ter make you a nice cup er tea,
Brer Wolf.'
Den Brer Rabbit went ter de cubberd en git de


gimlet, en commence for ter bo' little holes in de chist-
"' W'at you doing' now, Brer Rabbit?'
"'I'm a bo'in'
little holes so you
kin get bref, Brer
"Den Brer Rab-
bit went out en git
some mo' wood, en
fling it on de ier.
W'at you doing'
now, Brer Rabbit ?'
"' I'm a chunkin' up de fier so you won't git cole,
Brer Wolf.'
"Den Brer Rabbit went down inter de cellar en
fotch out all his chilluns.
'W'at you doing' now, Brer Rabbit ?'
"' I'm a tellin' my chilluns w'at a nice man you is,
Brer Wolf.'
En de chilluns, dey had ter put der ban's on der
moufs fer ter keep fum laffin'. Den Brer Rabbit he
got de little en commenced fer to po' de hot water on
de chist-lid.
W'at dat I hear, Brer Rabbit ? '
You hear de win' a blowin', Brer Wolf.'
Den de water begin fer ter sif' thoo.
W'at dat I feel, Brer Rabbit ? '


You feels de fleas a bitin', Brer Wolf.'
Dey er bitin' mighty hard, Brer Rabbit.'
Tu'n over on de udder side, Brer Wolf.'
W'at dat I feel now, Brer Rabbit? '
Still you feels de fleas, Brer Wolf.'
"' Dey er eatin' me up, Brer Rabbit,' en dem wuz
de las' words er Brer Wolf, kase de scaldin' water done
de bizness.
Den Brer Rabbit call in his neighbors, he did, en
dey hilt a regular juberlee; en ef you go ter Brer Rab-
bit's house right now, I dunno but w'at you'll fine Brer
Wolf's hide hangin' in de back-po'ch, en all bekaze he
wuz so bizzy wid udder fo'kses doin's."



WHEN the little boy ran in to see Uncle Remus the
night after he had told him of the awful fate of Brer
Wolf, the only response to his greeting was:
No explanation could convey an adequate idea of
the intonation and pronunciation which Uncle Remus
brought to bear upon this wonderful word. Those who
can recall to mind the peculiar gurgling, jerking, liquid
sound made by pouring water from a large jug, or the

' You feels de fleas a bitin', Brer Wolf."


sound produced by throwing several stones in rapid
succession into a pond of deep water, may be able to
form a very faint idea of the sound, but it can not be
reproduced in print. The little boy was astonished.
"What did you say, Uncle Remus ?"
I-doom-er-ker-kum-mer-ker! I-doom-er-ker-kum-
"What is that?"
"Dat's Tarrypin talk, dat is. Bless yo' soul, honey,"
continued the old man, brightening up, w'en you git
ole ez me-w'en you see w'at I sees, en year w'at I
years-de creeturs dat you can't talk wid '11 be mighty
skase-dey will dat. W'y, ders er old gray rat w'at
uses 'bout yer, en time atter time he comes out w'en
you all done gone ter bed en sets up dar in de corner
en dozes, en me en him talks by de 'our; en w'at dat
old rat dunno ain't down in de spellin' book. Des now,
w'en you run in and broke me up, I wuz fetchin' inter
my mine w'at Brer Tarrypin say ter Brer Fox w'en he
turn 'im loose in de branch."
What did he say, Uncle Remus ? "
"Dat w'at he said I-doom-er-ker-kum-mer-ker!
Brer Tarrypin wuz at de bottom er de pon', en he talk
back, he did, in bubbles-I-doom-er-ker-kum-mer-ker!
Brer Fox, he ain't sayin' nuthin', but Brer Bull-Frog,
setting' on de bank, he hear Brer Tarrypin, he did, en
he holler back:
"' Jug-er-rum-kum-dum! Jug-er-rum-kum-dum!'


"Den n'er Frog holler out:
Knee-deep! Knee-deep!'
Den ole Brer Bull Frog, he
holler back:
"'Don't you-ber-lieve-'im !
""' -. Don't-you-berlieve-'im!'
"' Den de bubbles come
up fum Brer Tarrypin:

"Den n'er Frog sing out:
"'Wadein! Wade in!'
Den ole Brer Bull-Frog talk thoo his ho'seness:
"' Dar-you'll-fine-yo'-brudder Dar-you'll-fine-yo'-
Sho nuff, Brer Fox look over de bank, he did, en
dar wuz n'er Fox looking' at 'im outer de water. Den

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