""Brer Rabbit, hit des _can"t be!_"
""Brer Fox, _hit sho"ly is!_"
"Dey tas"e en dey "spute, en dey "spute en dey tas"e. Atter w"ile, Brer Rabbit make lak he want some water, en he rush off in de bushes, en d"reckly yer he come back wipin" he mouf en cle"rin" up he th"oat. Den Brer Fox he want some water sho" nuff:
""Brer Rabbit, whar you fin" de spring?"
""Cross de road, en down de hill en up de big gully."
"Brer Fox, he lope off, he did, en atter he gone Brer Rabbit totch he year wid he behime foot lak he flippin" "im good-bye. Brer Fox, he cross de road en rush down de hill, he did, yit he aint fin" no big gully. He keep on gwine twel he fin" de big gully, yit he aint fin" no spring.
"W"iles all dish yer gwine on, Brer Rabbit he tuck"n grabble a hole in de groun", he did, en in dat hole he hid de meat. Atter he git it good en hid, he tuck"n cut "im a long keen hick"ry, en atter so long a time, w"en he year Brer Fox comin" back, he got in a clump er bushes, en tuck dat hick"ry en let in on a saplin", en ev"y time he hit de saplin", he "ud squall out, Brer Rabbit would, des lak de patter-rollers had "im:
"_Pow, pow!_ "Oh, pray, Mr. Man!"--_Pow, pow!_ "Oh, pray, Mr.
Man!"--_Chippy-row, pow!_ "Oh, Lordy, Mr. Man! Brer Fox tuck yo"
meat!"--_Pow!_ "Oh, pray, Mr. Man! Brer Fox tuck yo" meat!""
Every time Uncle Remus said "_Pow!_" he struck himself in the palm of his hand with a shoe-sole by way of ill.u.s.tration.
"Co"se," he went on, "w"en Brer Fox year dis kinder doin"s, he fotch up, he did, en lissen, en ev"y time he year de hick"ry come down _pow!_ he tuck"n grin en "low ter hisse"f, "Ah-yi! you fool me "bout de water!
Ah-yi! you fool me "bout de water!"
"Atter so long a time, de racket sorter die out, en seem lak Mr. Man wuz draggin" Brer Rabbit off. Dis make Brer Fox feel mighty skittish. Bimeby Brer Rabbit come a-cally-hootin" back des a-hollerin":
""Run, Brer Fox, run! Mr. Man say he gwine to kyar dat meat up de road ter whar he son is, en den he"s a-comin" back atter you. Run, Brer Fox, run!"
"En I let you know," said Uncle Remus, leaning back and laughing to see the little boy laugh, "I let you know Brer Fox got mighty skace in dat neighborhood!"
XXV
AFRICAN JACK
Usually, the little boy, who regarded himself as Uncle Remus"s partner, was not at all pleased when he found the old man entertaining, in his simple way, any of his colored friends; but he was secretly delighted when he called one night and found Daddy Jack sitting by Uncle Remus"s hearth. Daddy Jack was an object of curiosity to older people than the little boy. He was a genuine African, and for that reason he was known as African Jack, though the child had been taught to call him Daddy Jack. He was brought to Georgia in a slave-ship when he was about twenty years old, and remained upon one of the sea-islands for several years.
Finally, he fell into the hands of the family of which Uncle Remus"s little partner was the youngest representative, and became the trusted foreman of a plantation, in the southern part of Georgia, known as the Walthall Place. Once every year he was in the habit of visiting the Home Place in Middle Georgia, and it was during one of these annual visits that the little boy found him in Uncle Remus"s cabin.
Daddy Jack appeared to be quite a hundred years old, but he was probably not more than eighty. He was a little, dried-up old man, whose weazened, dwarfish appearance, while it was calculated to inspire awe in the minds of the superst.i.tious, was not without its pathetic suggestions. The child had been told that the old African was a wizard, a conjurer, and a snake-charmer; but he was not afraid, for, in any event,--conjuration, witchcraft, or what not,--he was a.s.sured of the protection of Uncle Remus.
As the little boy entered the cabin Uncle Remus smiled and nodded pleasantly, and made a place for him on a little stool upon which had been piled the odds and ends of work. Daddy Jack paid no attention to the child; his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere.
"Go en shake han"s, honey, en tell Daddy Jack howdy. He lak good chilluns." Then to Daddy Jack: "Brer Jack, dish yer de chap w"at I bin tellin" you "bout."
The little boy did as he was bid, but Daddy Jack grunted ungraciously and made no response to the salutation. He was evidently not fond of children. Uncle Remus glanced curiously at the dwarfed and withered figure, and spoke a little more emphatically:
"Brer Jack, ef you take good look at dis chap, I lay you"ll see mo"n you speck ter see. You"ll see sump"n" dat"ll make you grunt wusser dan you grunted deze many long year. Go up dar, honey, whar Daddy Jack kin see you."
The child went shyly up to the old African and stood at his knee. The sorrows and perplexities of nearly a hundred years lay between them; and now, as always, the baffled eyes of age gazed into the Sphinx-like face of youth, as if by this means to unravel the mysteries of the past and solve the problems of the future.
Daddy Jack took the plump, rosy hands of the little boy in his black, withered ones, and gazed into his face so long and steadily, and with such curious earnestness, that the child did n"t know whether to laugh or cry. Presently the old African flung his hands to his head, and rocked his body from side to side, moaning and mumbling, and talking to himself, while the tears ran down his face like rain.
"Ole Missy! Ole Missy! "E come back! I bin shum dey-dey, I bin shum de night! I bin yeddy "e v"ice, I bin yeddy de sign!"
"Ah-yi!" exclaimed Uncle Remus, into whose arms the little boy had fled; "I des know"d dat "ud fetch "im. Hit "s bin manys de long days sence Brer Jack seed Ole Miss, yit ef he aint seed "er dat whack, den I aint settin" yer."
After a while Daddy Jack ceased his rocking, and his moaning, and his crying, and sat gazing wistfully into the fireplace. Whatever he saw there fixed his attention, for Uncle Remus spoke to him several times without receiving a response. Presently, however, Daddy Jack exclaimed with characteristic but laughable irrelevance:
"I no lakky dem gal wut is bin-a stan" pidjin-toe. Wun "e fetch pail er water on "e head, water churray, churray. I no lakky dem gal wut tie "e wool up wit" string; mekky him stan" ugly fer true. I bin ahx da" "Tildy gal fer marry me, un "e no crack "im bre"t" fer mek answer "cep" "e bre"k out un lahf by me werry face. Da" gal do holler un lahf un stomp "e fut dey-dey, un dun I shum done gone pidjin-toe. Oona bin know da"
"Tildy gal?"
"I bin a-knowin" dat gal," said Uncle Remus, grimly regarding the old African; "I bin a-knowin" dat gal now gwine on sence she "uz knee-high ter one er deze yer puddle-ducks; en I bin noticin" lately dat she mighty likely n.i.g.g.e.r."
"Enty!" exclaimed Daddy Jack, enthusiastically, "I did bin mek up ter da" lilly gal troo t"ick un t"in. I bin fetch "im one fine "possum, un mo" ez one, two, free peck-a taty, un b.u.mbye I bin fetch "im one bag pop-co"n. Wun I bin do dat, I is fley "roun" da" lilly gal so long tam, un I yeddy "im talk wit" turrer gal. "E do say: "Daddy Jack fine ole man fer true." Dun I is bin talk: "Oona no call-a me Daddy Jack wun dem preacher man come fer marry we." Dun da" lilly gal t"row "e head back; "e squeal lak filly in canebrake."
The little boy understood this rapidly spoken lingo perfectly well, but he would have laughed anyhow, for there was more than a suggestion of the comic in the shrewd seriousness that seemed to focus itself in Daddy Jack"s pinched and wrinkled face.
"She tuck de truck w"at you tuck"n fotch "er," said Uncle Remus, with the air of one carefully and deliberately laying the basis of a judicial opinion, "en den w"en you sail in en talk bizness, den she up en gun you de flat un "er foot en de back un "er han", en den, atter dat, she tuck"n laff en make spote un you."
"Enty!" a.s.sented Daddy Jack, admiringly.
"Well, den, Brer Jack, youer mighty ole, en yit hit seem lak youer mighty young; kaze a man w"at aint got no mo" speunce wid wimmen folks dan w"at you is neenter creep "roun" yer callin" deyse"f ole. Dem kinder folks aint ole nuff, let "lone bein" too ole. W"en de gal tuck"n laff, Brer Jack, w"at "uz yo" nex" move?" demanded Uncle Remus, looking down upon the shrivelled old man with an air of superiority.
Daddy Jack shut his shrewd little eyes tightly and held them so, as if by that means to recall all the details of the flirtation. Then he said:
"Da" lilly gal is bin tek dem t"ing. "E is bin say, "T"anky, t"anky."
Him eaty da" "possum, him eaty da" pop-co"n, him roas"n da" taty. "E do say, "T"anky, t"anky!" Wun I talk marry, "e is bin ris "e v"ice un squeal lak lilly pig stuck in "e t"roat. "E do holler: "Hi, Daddy Jack!
wut is noung gal gwan do wit" so ole man lak dis?" Un I is bin say: "Wut noung gal gwan do wit" ole Chris"mus" cep" "e do "joy "ese"f?" Un da"
lil gal "e do lahff un flut "ese"f way fum dey-dey."
"I know"d a n.i.g.g.e.r one time," said Uncle Remus, after pondering a moment, "w"at tuck a notion dat he want a bait er "simmons, en de mo"
w"at de notion tuck "im de mo" w"at he want um, en bimeby, hit look lak he des nat"ally erbleedz ter have um. He want de "simmons, en dar dey is in de tree. He mouf water, en dar hang de "simmons. Now, den, w"at do dat n.i.g.g.e.r do? W"en you en me en dish yer chile yer wants "simmons, we goes out en shakes de tree, en ef deyer good en ripe, down dey comes, en ef deyer good en green, dar dey stays. But dish yer yuther n.i.g.g.e.r, he too smart fer dat. He des tuck"n tuck he stan" und" de tree, en he open he mouf, he did, en wait fer de "simmons fer ter drap in dar. Dey aint none drap in yit," continued Uncle Remus, gently knocking the cold ashes out of his pipe; "en w"at"s mo", dey aint none gwine ter drap in dar.
Dat des "zackly de way wid Brer Jack yer, "bout marryin"; he stan" dar, he do, en he hol" bofe han"s wide open en he "speck de gal gwine ter drap right spang in um. Man want gal, he des got ter grab "er--dat "s w"at. Dey may squall en dey may flutter, but flutter"n" en squallin"
aint done no damage yit ez I knows un, en "t aint gwine ter. Young chaps kin make great "miration "bout gals, but w"en dey gits ole ez I is, dey ull know dat folks is folks, en w"en it come ter bein" folks, de wimmen ain gut none de "vantage er de men. Now dat "s des de plain up en down tale I"m a-tellin" un you."
This deliverance from so respectable an authority seemed to please Daddy Jack immensely. He rubbed his withered hands together, smacked his lips and chuckled. After a few restless movements he got up and went shuffling to the door, his quick, short steps causing Uncle Remus to remark:
"De gal w"at git ole Brer Jack "ull git a natchul pacer, sho". He move mo" one-sideder dan ole Zip c.o.o.n, w"ich he rack up de branch all night long wid he nose p"int lak he gwine "cross."
While the little boy was endeavoring to get Uncle Remus to explain the nature of Daddy Jack"s grievances, m.u.f.fled laughter was heard outside, and almost immediately "Tildy rushed in the door. "Tildy flung herself upon the floor and rolled and laughed until, apparently, she could laugh no more. Then she seemed to grow severely angry. She arose from the floor and flopped herself down in a chair, and glared at Uncle Remus with indignation in her eyes. As soon as she could control her inflamed feelings, she cried:
"W"at is I done ter you, Unk" Remus? "Fo" de Lord, ef anybody wuz ter come en tole me dat you gwine ter put de Ole Boy in dat ole Affikin n.i.g.g.e.r head, I would n"t er b"leeved um--dat I would n"t. Unk" Remus, w"at is I done ter you?"
Uncle Remus made no direct response; but he leaned over, reached out his hand, and picked up an unfinished axe-helve that stood in the corner.
Then he took the little boy by the arm, and pushed him out of the way, saying in his gentlest and most persuasive tone:
"Stan" sorter "roun" dar, honey, "kaze w"en de splinters "gin ter fly, I want you ter be out"n de way. Miss Sally never gimme "er fergivance in de roun" worl" ef you "uz ter git hurted on account er de frazzlin" er dish yer piece er timber."