"Brer Fox en Brer Possum rustle roun", dey did, gittin out de vittles, en bimeby Brer Fox, he say, sezee:
""Brer Possum, you run down ter de spring en fetch de b.u.t.ter, en I"ll sail "roun" yer en set de table," sezee.
"Brer Possum, he lope off atter de b.u.t.ter, en dreckly here he come lopin" back wid his years a trimblin" en his tongue a hangin" out. Brer Fox, he holler out:
""W"at de matter now, Brer Possum?" sezee.
""You all better run yer, fokes," sez Brer Possum, sezee. "De las" drap er dat b.u.t.ter done gone!"
""Whar she gone?" sez Brer Fox, sezee.
""Look like she dry up," sez Brer Possum, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit, he look sorter sollum, he did, en he up"n say, sezee.
""I speck dat b.u.t.ter melt in somebody mouf," sezee. Den dey went down ter de spring wid Brer Possum, en sho nuff de b.u.t.ter done gone. W"iles dey wuz sputin" over de wunderment, Brer Rabbit say he see tracks all "roun" dar, en he p"int out dat ef dey"ll all go ter sleep, he kin ketch de chap w"at stole de b.u.t.ter. Den dey all lie down en Brer Fox en Brer Possum dey soon drapt off ter sleep, but Brer Rabbit he stay "wake, en w"en de time come he raise up easy en smear Brer Possum mouf wid de b.u.t.ter on his paws, en den he run off en nibble up de bes" er de dinner w"at dey lef" layin" out, en den he come back en wake up Brer Fox, en show "im de b.u.t.ter on Brer Possum mouf. Den dey wake up Brer Possum, en tell "im "bout it, but c"ose Brer Possum "ny it ter de las". Brer Fox, dough, he"s a kinder lawyer, en he argafy dis way--dat Brer Possum wuz de fus one at de b.u.t.ter, en de fus one fer ter miss it, en mo"n dat, dar hang de signs on his mouf. Brer Possum see dat dey got "im jammed up in a cornder, en den he up en say dat de way fer ter ketch de man w"at stole de b.u.t.ter is ter b"il" a big bresh-heap en set her afier, en all han"s try ter jump over, en de one w"at fall in, den he de chap w"at stole de b.u.t.ter. Brer Rabbit en Brer Fox dey is bofe "gree, dey did, en dey whirl in en b"il" de breshheap, en dey b"il" her high en dey b"il" her wide, en den dey totch her off. W"en she got ter blazin" up good, Brer Rabbit, he tuck de fus turn. He sorter step back, en look "roun" en giggle, en over he went mo" samer dan a bird flyin". Den come Brer Fox. He got back little fudder, en spit on his han"s, en lit out en made de jump, en he come so nigh gittin" in dat de een" er his tail kotch afier. Ain"t you never see no fox, honey?" inquired Uncle Remus, in a tone that implied both conciliation and information.
The little boy thought probably he had, but he wouldn"t commit himself.
"Well, den," continued the old man, "nex" time you see one un um, you look right close en see ef de een" er his tail ain"t w"ite.
Hit"s des like I tell you. Dey b"ars de skyar er dat bresh-heap down ter dis day. Dey er marked--dat"s w"at dey is--dey er marked."
"And what about Brother Possum?" asked the little boy.
"Ole Brer Possum, he tuck a runnin" start, he did, en he come lumberin" "long, en he lit--kerblam!--right in de middle er de fier, en dat wuz de las" er ole Brer Possum."
"But, Uncle Remus, Brother Possum didn"t steal the b.u.t.ter after all," said the little boy, who was not at all satisfied with such summary injustice.
"Dat w"at make I say w"at I duz, honey. In dis worl", lots er fokes is gotter suffer fer udder fokes sins. Look like hit"s mighty wrong; but hit"s des dat away. Tribbalashun seem like she"s a waitin" roun" de cornder fer ter ketch one en all un us, honey."
XVIII. MR. RABBIT FINDS HIS MATCH AT LAST
"HIT look like ter me dat I let on de udder night dat in dem days w"en de creeturs wuz santer"n "roun" same like fokes, none un um wuz brash nuff fer ter ketch up wid Brer Rabbit," remarked Uncle Remus, reflectively.
"Yes," replied the little boy, "that"s what you said."
"Well, den," continued the old man with unction, "dar"s whar my "membunce gin out, kaze Brer Rabbit did git kotched up wid, en hit cool "im off like po"in" spring water on one er deze yer biggity fices."
"How was that, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"One day w"en Brer Rabbit wuz gwine lippity-clippitin" down de road, he meet up wid ole Brer Tarrypin, en atter dey pa.s.s de time er day wid wunner nudder, Brer Rabbit, he "low dat he wuz much "blije ter Brer Tarrypin fer de han" he tuck in de rumpus dat day down at Miss Meadows"s."
"When he dropped off of the water-shelf on the Fox"s head,"
suggested the little boy.
"Dat"s de same time, honey. Den Brer Tarrypin "low dat Brer Fox run mighty fas" dat day, but dat ef he"d er bin atter "im stidder Brer Rabbit, he"d er kotch "im. Brer Rabbit say he could er kotch "im hisse"f but he didn"t keer "bout leavin" de ladies. Dey keep on talkin", dey did, twel bimeby dey gotter "sputin" "bout w"ich wuz de swif"es". Brer Rabbit, he say he kin outrun Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Tarrypin, he des vow dat he kin outrun Brer Rabbit. Up en down dey had it, twel fus news you know Brer Tarrypin say he got a fifty-dollar bill in de c.h.i.n.k er de chimbly at home, en dat bill done tole "im dat he could beat Brer Rabbit in a fa"r race.
Den Brer Rabbit say he got a fifty-dollar bill w"at say dat he kin leave Brer Tarrypin so fur behime, dat he could sow barley ez he went long en hit "ud be ripe nuff fer ter cut by de time Brer Tarrypin pa.s.s dat way.
"Enny how dey make de bet en put up de money, en old Brer Tukkey Buzzard, he wuz summonzd fer ter be de jedge, en de stakeholder; en "twan"t long "fo" all de "rangements wuz made. De race wuz a five-mile heat, en de groun" wuz medjud off, en at de een" er eve"y mile a pos" wuz stuck up. Brer Rabbit wuz ter run down de big road, en Brer Tarrypin, he say he"d gallup thoo de woods.
Fokes tole "im he could git long faster in de road, but ole Brer Tarrypin, he know w"at he doin". Miss Meadows en de gals en mos"
all de nabers got win" er de fun, en wen de day wuz sot dey "termin" fer ter be on han". Brer Rabbit he train hisse"f eve"y day, en he skip over de groun" des ez gayly ez a June cricket.
Ole Brer Tarrypin, he lay low in de swamp. He had a wife en th"ee chilluns, old Brer Tarrypin did, en dey wuz all de ve"y spit en image er de ole man. Ennybody w"at know one fum de udder gotter take a spy-gla.s.s, en den dey er li"ble fer ter git fooled.
"Dat"s de way marters stan" twel de day er de race, en on dat day, ole Brer Tarrypin, en his ole "oman, en his th"ee chilluns, dey got up "fo" sun-up, en went ter de place. De ole "oman, she tuck "er stan" nigh de fus" mile-pos", she did, en de chilluns nigh de udders, up ter de las", en dar old Brer Tarrypin, he tuck his stan". Bimeby, here come de fokes: Jedge Buzzard, he come, en Miss Meadows en de gals, dey come, en den yer come Brer Rabbit wid ribbons tied "roun" his neck en streamin" fum his years. De fokes all went ter de udder een" er de track fer ter see how dey come out. W"en de time come Jedge Buzzard strut "roun" en pull out his watch, en holler out:
""Gents, is you ready?"
"Brer Rabbit, he say "yes," en old Miss Tarrypin holler "go" fum de aidge er de woods. Brer Rabbit, he lit out on de race, en old Miss Tarrypin, she put out for home. Jedge Buzzard, he riz en skimmed long fer ter see dat de race wuz runned fa"r. W"en Brer Rabbit got ter de fus" mile-pos" wunner de Tarrypin chilluns crawl out de woods, he did, en make fer de place. Brer Rabbit, he holler out:
""Whar is you, Brer Tarrypin?"
""Yer I come a bulgin"," sez de Tarrypin, sezee.
"Brer Rabbit so glad he"s ahead dat he put out harder dan ever, en de Tarrypin, he make fer home. W"en he come ter de nex" pos", nudder Tarrypin crawl out er de woods.
""Whar is you, Brer Tarrypin?" sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
""Yer I come a bilin"," sez de Tarrypin, sezee.
"Brer Rabbit, he lit out, he did, en come ter nex" pos", en dar wuz de Tarrypin. Den he come ter nex", en dar wuz de Tarrypin.
Den he had one mo" mile fer ter run, en he feel like he gittin"
bell.u.s.t. Bimeby, ole Brer Tarrypin look way off down de road en he see Jedge Buzzard sailin" long en he know hit"s time fer "im fer ter be up. So he scramble outen de woods, en roll "cross de ditch, en shuffle thoo de crowd er folks en git ter de mile-pos"
en crawl behime it. Bimeby, fus" news you know, yer come Brer Rabbit. He look "roun" en he don"t see Brer Tarrypin, en den he squall out:
""Gimme de money, Brer Buzzard, Gimme de money!"
"Den Miss Meadows en de gals, dey holler and laff fit ter kill deyse"f, en ole Brer Tarrypin, he raise up fum behime de pos" en sez, sezee:
""Ef you"ll gimme time fer ter ketch my breff, gents en ladies, one en all, I speck I"ll finger dat money myse"f," sezee, en sho nuff, Brer Tarrypin tie de pu"s "roun" his neck en skaddle*1 off home."
"But, Uncle Remus," said the little boy, dolefully, "that was cheating."
"Co"se, honey. De creeturs "gun ter cheat, en den fokes tuck it up, en hit keep on spreadin". Hit mighty ketchin", en you mine yo" eye, honey, dat somebody don"t cheat you "fo" yo" ha"r git gray ez de ole n.i.g.g.e.r"s."
*1 It may he interesting to note here that in all probability the word "skedaddle," about which there was some controversy during the war, came from the Virginia negro"s use of "skaddle," which is a corruption of "scatter." The matter, however, is hardly worth referring to.
XIX. THE FATE OF MR. JACK SPARROW
"You"ll tromple on dat bark twel hit won"t be fitten fer ter fling "way, let "lone make hoss-collars out"n," said Uncle Remus, as the little boy came running into his cabin out of the rain.
All over the floor long strips of "wahoo" bark were spread, and these the old man was weaving into horse-collars.
"I"ll sit down, Uncle Remus," said the little boy.
"Well, den, you better, honey," responded the old man, "kaze I "spizes fer ter have my wahoo trompled on. Ef "twuz shucks, now, hit mout be diffunt, but I"m a gittin" too ole fer ter be projickin" "longer shuck collars."
For a few minutes the old man went on with his work, but with a solemn air altogether unusual. Once or twice he sighed deeply, and the sighs ended in a prolonged groan, that seemed to the little boy to be the result of the most unspeakable mental agony.
He knew by experience that he had done something which failed to meet the approval of Uncle Remus, and he tried to remember what it was, so as to frame an excuse; but his memory failed him. He could think of nothing he had done calculated to stir Uncle Remus"s grief. He was not exactly seized with remorse, but he was very uneasy. Presently Uncle Remus looked at him in a sad and hopeless way and asked: