""My goodness, pa!" sez she, "you done tole Mr. Rabbit fer ter come and make me let "im in de gyardin atter some greens, en aint he done come en ax me, en aint I done gone en let "im in?" sez she.
"Mr. Man aint hatter study long "fo" he see how de lan" lay, en den he laff, en tell de Little Gal dat he done gone en disremember all "bout Mr. Rabbit, en den he up"n say, sezee:
""Nex" time Mr. Rabbit come, you tak"n tu"n "im in, en den you run des ez fas" ez you kin en come en tell me, kase I got some bizness wid dat young chap dat "s bleedze ter be "ten" ter," sezee.
"Sho" nuff, nex" mawnin" dar wuz de Little Gal playin" "roun", en yer come Brer Rabbit atter he "lowance er greens. He wuz ready wid de same tale, en den de Little Gal, she tu"n "im in, she did, en den she run up ter de house en holler:
""O pa! pa! O pa! Yer Brer Rabbit in de gyardin now! Yer he is, pa!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: BROTHER RABBIT AND THE LITTLE GIRL]
"Den Mr. Man, he rush out, en grab up a fishin"-line w"at bin hangin" in de back po"ch, en mak fer de gyardin, en w"en he git dar, dar wuz Brer Rabbit tromplin" "roun" on de strawbe"y-bed en mashin" down de termartusses. W"en Brer Rabbit see Mr. Man, he squot behime a collud leaf, but "t wa"n"t no use. Mr. Man done seed him, en "fo" you kin count "lev"m, he done got ole Brer Rabbit tie hard en fas" wid de fishin"-line. Atter he got him tie good, Mr. Man step back, he did, en say, sezee:
""You done bin fool me lots er time, but dis time you er mine. I"m gwine ter take you en gin you a larrupin"," sezee, "en den I"m gwine ter skin you en nail yo" hide on de stable do"," sezee; "en den ter make sho dat you git de right kinder larrupin", I"ll des step up ter de house,"
sezee, "en fetch de little red cowhide, en den I"ll take en gin you brinjer," sezee.
"Den Mr. Man call to der Little Gal ter watch Brer Rabbit w"iles he gone.
"Brer Rabbit aint sayin" nothin", but Mr. Man aint mo"n out de gate "fo" he "gun ter sing; en in dem days Brer Rabbit wuz a singer, mon,"
continued Uncle Remus, with unusual emphasis, "en w"en he chuned up fer ter sing he make dem yuther creeturs hol" der bref."
"What did he sing, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Ef I aint fergit dat song off"n my min"," said Uncle Remus, looking over his spectacles at the fire, with a curious air of attempting to remember something, "hit run sorter dish yer way:
""_De jay-bird hunt de sparrer-nes", De bee-martin sail all "roun"; De squer"l, he holler from de top er de tree, Mr. Mole, he stay in de groun"; He hide en he stay twel de dark drop down-- Mr. Mole, he hide in de groun"._"
"W"en de Little Gal year dat, she laugh, she did, and she up"n ax Brer Babbit fer ter sing some mo", but Brer Rabbit, he sorter cough, he did, en "low dat he got a mighty bad ho"seness down inter he win"pipe some"rs. De Little Gal, she swade,[2] en swade, en bimeby Brer Rabbit, he up "n "low dat he kin dance mo" samer dan w"at he kin sing. Den de Little Gal, she ax" im won"t he dance, en Brer Rabbit, he "spon" how in de name er goodness kin a man dance w"iles he all tie up dis a-way, en den de Little Gal, she say she kin ontie "im, en Brer Rabbit, he say he aint keerin" ef she do. Wid dat de Little Gal, she retch down en onloose de fish-line, en Brer Rabbit, he sorter stretch hisse"f en look "roun"."
Here Uncle Remus paused and sighed, as though he had relieved his mind of a great burden. The little boy waited a few minutes for the old man to resume, and finally he asked:
"Did the Rabbit dance, Uncle Remus?"
"Who? Him?" exclaimed the old man, with a queer affectation of elation.
"Bless yo" soul, honey! Brer Rabbit gedder up his foots und" "im, en he dance outer dat gyardin, en he dance home. He did dat! Sho"ly you don"t "speck" dat a ole-timer w"at done had "spe"unce like Brer Rabbit gwine ter stay dar en let dat ar Mr. Man sackyfice "im? _Shoo!_ Brer Rabbit dance, but he dance home. You year me!"
-- FOOTNOTES:
[1] Topknot, foretop.
[2] Persuaded.
IV
HOW BROTHER FOX WAS TOO SMART
Uncle Remus chuckled a moment over the escape of Brother Rabbit, and then turned his gaze upward toward the cobwebbed gloom that seemed to lie just beyond the rafters. He sat thus silent and serious a little while, but finally squared himself around in his chair and looked the little boy full in the face. The old man"s countenance expressed a curious mixture of sorrow and bewilderment. Catching the child by the coat-sleeve, Uncle Remus pulled him gently to attract his attention.
"Hit look like ter me," he said presently, in the tone of one approaching an unpleasant subject, "dat no longer"n yistiddy I see one er dem ar Favers chillun clim"in" dat ar big red-oak out yan", en den it seem like dat a little chap "bout yo" size, he tuck"n start up ter see ef he can"t play smarty like de Favers"s yearlin"s. I dunner w"at in de name er goodness you wanter be a-copyin" atter dem ar Faverses fer. Ef you er gwine ter copy atter yuther folks, copy atter dem w"at"s some "count. Yo" pa, he got de idee dat some folks is good ez yuther folks; but Miss Sally, she know better. She know dat dey aint no Favers "pon de top side er de yeth w"at kin hol" der han" wid de Abercrombies in p"int er breedin" en raisin". Dat w"at Miss Sally know. I bin keepin"
track er dem Faverses sence way back yan" long "fo" Miss Sally wuz born"d. Ole Cajy Favers, he went ter de po"house, en ez ter dat Jim Favers, I boun" you he know de inside er all de jails in dish yer State er Jawjy. Dey allers did hate n.i.g.g.e.rs kase dey aint had none, en dey hates um down ter dis day.
"Year "fo" las"," Uncle Remus continued, "I year yo Unk" Jeems Abercrombie tell dat same Jim Favers dat ef he lay de weight er he han"
on one er his n.i.g.g.e.rs, he"d slap a load er buck shot in "im; en, bless yo" soul, honey, yo" Unk" Jeems wuz des de man ter do it. But dey er monst"us perlite unter me, dem Faverses is," pursued the old man, allowing his indignation, which had risen to a white heat, to cool off, "en dey better be," he added spitefully, "kase I knows der pedigree fum de fus" ter de las", en w"en I gits my Affikin up, dey aint n.o.body, "less it"s Miss Sally "erse"f, w"at kin keep me down.
"But dat aint needer yer ner dar," said Uncle Remus, renewing his attack upon the little boy. "W"at you wanter go copyin" atter dem Favers chillun fer? Youer settin" back dar, right dis minnit, bettin" longer yo"se"f dat I aint gwine ter tell Miss Sally, en dar whar youer lettin"
yo" foot slip, kaze I"m gwine ter let it pa.s.s dis time, but de ve"y nex"
time w"at I ketches you in hollerin" distuns er dem Faverses, right den en dar I"m gwine ter take my foot in my han" en go en tell Miss Sally, en ef she don"t natally skin you "live, den she aint de same "oman w"at she useter be.
"All dish yer copyin" atter deze yer Faverses put me in min" er de time w"en Brer Fox got ter copyin" atter Brer Rabbit. I done tole you "bout de time w"en Brer Rabbit git de game fum Brer Fox by makin" like he dead?"[3]
The little boy remembered it very distinctly, and said as much.
"Well, den, ole Brer Fox, w"en he see how slick de trick wuk wid Brer Rabbit, he say ter hisse"f dat he b"leeve he"ll up"n try de same kinder game on some yuther man, en he keep on watchin" fer he chance, twel bimeby, one day, he year Mr. Man comin" down de big road in a one-hoss waggin, kyar"n some chickens, en some eggs, en some b.u.t.ter, ter town.
Brer Fox year "im comin", he did, en w"at do he do but go en lay down in de road front er de waggin. Mr. Man, he druv "long, he did, cluckin" ter de hoss en hummin" ter hisse"f, en w"en dey git mos" up ter Brer Fox, de hoss, he shy, he did, en Mr. Man, he tuck"n holler Wo! en de hoss, he tuck"n wo"d. Den Mr. Man, he look down, en he see Brer Fox layin" out dar on de groun" des like he cole en stiff, en w"en Mr. Man see dis, he holler out:
""Heyo! Dar de chap w"at been nabbin" up my chickens, en somebody done gone en shot off a gun at "im, w"ich I wish she"d er bin two guns--dat I does!"
"Wid dat, Mr. Man he druv on en lef Brer Fox layin" dar. Den Brer Fox, he git up en run "roun" thoo de woods en lay down front er Mr. Man ag"in, en Mr. Man come drivin" "long, en he see Brer Fox, en he say, sezee;--
""Heyo! Yer de ve"y chap what been "stroyin" my pigs. Somebody done gone en kilt "im, en I wish dey"d er kilt "im long time ago."
"Den Mr. Man, he druv on, en de waggin-w"eel come mighty nigh mashin"
Brer Fox nose; yit, all de same, Brer Fox lipt up en run "roun" "head er Mr. Man, en lay down in de road, en w"en Mr. Man come "long, dar he wuz all stretch out like he big "nuff fer ter fill a two-bushel baskit, en he look like he dead "nuff fer ter be skint. Mr. Man druv up, he did, en stop. He look down pun Brer Fox, en den he look all "roun" fer ter see w"at de "casion er all deze yer dead Fox is. Mr. Man look all "roun", he did, but he aint see nothin", en needer do he year nothin". Den he set dar en study, en bimeby he "low ter hisse"f, he did, dat he had better "zamin" w"at kinder kuse zeeze[4] done bin got inter Brer Fox fambly, en wid dat he lit down outer de waggin, en feel er Brer Fox year; Brer Fox year feel right wom. Den he feel Brer Fox neck; Brer Fox neck right wom.
Den he feel er Brer Fox in de short ribs; Brer Fox all soun" in de short ribs. Den he feel er Brer Fox lim"s; Brer Fox all soun" in de lim"s. Den he tu"n Brer Fox over, en, lo en beholes, Brer Fox right limber. W"en Mr.
Man see dis, he say ter hisse"f, sezee:
""Heyo, yer! how come dis? Dish yer chicken-nabber look lak he dead, but dey aint no bones broked, en I aint see no blood, en needer does I feel no bruise; en mo"n dat he wom en he limber," sezee. "Sump"n" wrong yer, sho"! Dish yer pig-grabber _mought_ be dead, en den ag"in he moughtent," sezee; "but ter make sho" dat he is, I"ll des gin "im a whack wid my w"ip-han"le," sezee; en wid dat, Mr. Man draw back en fotch Brer Fox a clip behime de years--_pow!_--en de lick come so hard en it come so quick dat Brer Fox thunk sho" he"s a goner; but "fo" Mr. Man kin draw back fer ter fetch "im a n"er wipe, Brer Fox, he scramble ter his feet, he did, en des make tracks "way fum dar."
Uncle Remus paused and shook the cold ashes from his pipe, and then applied the moral:
"Dat w"at Brer Fox git fer playin" Mr. Smarty en copyin" atter yuther foks, en dat des de way de whole Smarty fambly gwine ter come out."
-- FOOTNOTES:
[3] _Uncle Remus: His Songs and His Sayings_, p. 70 (New York: D.
Appleton & Co.).
[4] Disease.