"What did he see in the sycamore tree, Uncle Remus?" inquired the little boy.
There was a look of genuine disappointment on the old man"s face, as he replied:
"De gracious en de goodness, honey! Aint you nev" is see dem ar little bit er b.a.l.l.s w"at grow on de sycamo" tree?"[48]
The little boy laughed. There was a huge sycamore tree in the centre of the circle made by the carriage way in front of the "big house," and there were sycamore trees of various sizes all over the place. The little b.a.l.l.s alluded to by Uncle Remus are very hard at certain stages of their growth, and cling to the tree with wonderful tenacity. Uncle Remus continued:
"Well, den, w"en ole Brer Tarrypin vouch dat dem ar sycamo" b.a.l.l.s wuz de ginnywine Pimmerly Plum, ole Brer Fox, he feel mighty good, yit he dunner how he gwine git at um. Push "im clos"t, en maybe he mought beat Brer Tarrypin clammin" a tree, but dish yer sycamo" tree wuz too big fer Brer Fox fer ter git he arms "roun". Den he up"n "low:
""I sees um hangin" dar, Brer Tarrypin, but how I gwine git um?"
"Brer Tarrypin open he do" little ways en holler out:
""Ah-yi! Dar whar ole Slick.u.m Slow-come got de "vantage! Youer mighty peart, Brer Fox, yit somehow er nudder you aint bin a-keepin" up wid ole Slick.u.m Slow-come."
""Brer Tarrypin, how de name er goodness does you git um?"
""Don"t do no good fer ter tell you, Brer Fox. Nimble heel make restless min". You aint got time fer ter wait en git um, Brer Fox."
""Brer Tarrypin, I got all de week befo" me."
""Ef I tells you, you"ll go en tell all de t"er creeturs, en den dat"ll be de las" er de Pimmerly Plum, Brer Fox."
""Brer Tarrypin, dat I won"t. Des try me one time en see."
"Brer Tarrypin shet he eye lak he studyin", en den he "low:
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE PIMMERLY PLUM]
""I tell you how I does, Brer Fox. W"en I wants a bait er de Pimmerly Plum right bad, I des takes my foot in my han" en comes down yer ter dish yer tree. I comes en I takes my stan". I gits right und" de tree, en I r"ars my head back en opens my mouf. I opens my mouf, en w"en de Pimmerly Plum draps, I boun" you she draps right spang in dar. All you got ter do is ter set en wait, Brer Fox."
"Brer Fox aint sayin" nothin". He des sot down und" de tree, he did, en r"ar"d he head back, en open he mouf, en I wish ter goodness you mought er bin had er chance fer ter see "im settin" dar. He look scan"lous, dat "s de long en de short un it; he des look scan"lous."
"Did he get the Pimmerly Plum, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"_Shoo!_ How he gwine git plum whar dey aint no plum?"
"Well, what did he do?"
"He sot dar wid he mouf wide open, en eve"y time Brer Tarrypin look at "im, much ez he kin do fer ter keep from bustin" aloose en laffin". But bimeby he make he way todes home, Brer Tarrypin did, chucklin" en laffin", en "t wa"n"t long "fo" he meet Brer Rabbit tippin" "long down de road. Brer Rabbit, he hail "im.
""W"at "muze you so mighty well, Brer Tarrypin?"
"Brer Tarrypin kotch he breff atter so long a time, en he "low:
""Brer Rabbit, I"m dat tickle" twel I can"t shuffle "long, skacely, en I"m fear"d ef I up"n tell you de "casion un it, I"ll be tooken wid one er my spells whar folks hatter set up wid me "kaze I laff so loud en laff so long."
"Yit atter so long a time, Brer Tarrypin up"n tell Brer Rabbit, en dey sot dar en chaw"d terbacker en kyar"d on des lak sho" "nuff folks. Dat dey did!"
Uncle Remus paused; but the little boy wanted to know what became of Brer Fox.
"Hit "s mighty kuse," said the old man, stirring around in the ashes as if in search of a potato, "but endurin" er all my days I aint nev" year n.o.body tell "bout how long Brer Fox sot dar waitin" fer de Pimmerly Plum."
-- FOOTNOTES:
[47] Point-blank.
[48] In another version of this story current among the negroes the sweet-gum tree takes the place of the sycamore.
x.x.xIX
BROTHER RABBIT GETS THE PROVISIONS
The next time the little boy called on Uncle Remus a bright fire was blazing on the hearth. He could see the light shining under the door before he went into the cabin, and he knew by that sign that the old man had company. In fact, Daddy Jack had returned and was dozing in his accustomed corner, Aunt Tempy was sitting bolt upright, nursing her contempt, and Uncle Remus was making a curious-looking box. None of the negroes paid any attention to the little boy when he entered, but somehow he felt that they were waiting for him. After a while Uncle Remus finished his curious-looking box and laid it upon the floor. Then he lifted his spectacles from his nose to the top of his head, and remarked:
"Now, den, folks, dar she is, en hit "s bin so long sence I uv made one un um dat she make me sweat. Ya.s.ser! She did dat. Howsumev", hit aint make no diffunce wid me. Promise is a promise, dough you make it in de dark er de moon. Long time ago, I tuck"n promise one er my pa.s.sin"
"quaintance dat some er deze lonesome days de ole n.i.g.g.e.r "d whirl in en make "im a rabbit-trap ef he"d des be so good ez to quit he devilment, en l"arn he behavishness."
"Is that my rabbit-trap, Uncle Remus?" exclaimed the child. He would have picked it up for the purpose of examining it, but Uncle Remus waved him off with a dignified gesture.
"Don"t you dast ter tetch dat ar trap, honey, "kaze ef you does, dat spiles all. I"ll des hatter go ter wuk en make it bran-new, en de Lord knows I aint got no time fer ter do dat."
"Well, Uncle Remus, you"ve had your hands on it."
"Tooby sho" I is--tooby sho" I is! En w"at"s mo" dan dat, I bin had my han"s in tar-water."
"I year talk er dat," remarked Aunt Tempy, with an approving nod.
"Ya.s.ser! in de nat"al tar-water," continued Uncle Remus. "You put yo"
han" in a pa"tridge nes", en he"ll quit dem premises dough he done got "lev"m dozen aigs in dar. Same wid Rabbit. Dey aint got sense lak de ole-time Rabbit, but I let you know dey aint gwine in no trap whar dey smell folks" han"s--dat dey aint. Dat w"at make I say w"at I does.
Don"t put yo" han" on it; don"t tetch it; don"t look at it skacely."
The little boy subsided, but he continued to cast longing looks at the trap, seeing which Uncle Remus sought to change the current of his thoughts.
"She bin er mighty heap er trouble, mon, yet I mighty glad I tuck"n make dat ar trap. She"s a solid un, sho", en ef dey wuz ter be any skaceness er vittles, I lay dat ar trap "ud help us all out."
"De Lord knows," exclaimed Aunt Tempy, rubbing her fat hands together, "I hope dey aint gwine ter be no famishin" "roun" yer "mungs we all."
"Likely not," said Uncle Remus, "yet de time mought come w"en a big swamp rabbit kotch in dat ar trap would go a mighty long ways in a fambly no bigger dan w"at mine is."
"Mo" speshually," remarked Aunt Tempy, "ef you put dat wid w"at de neighbors mought sen" in."
"Eh-eh!" Uncle Remus exclaimed, "don"t you put no "pennunce in dem neighbors--don"t you do it. W"en famine time come one man aint no better dan no yuther man "ceppin" he be soopless; en he got ter be mighty soople at dat."