"W"at dat long rigmarole you bin tellin" Miss Sally "bout yo"
little brer dis mawnin?"
"Which, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy, blushing guiltily.
"Dat des w"at I"m a axin" un you now. I hear Miss Sally say she"s a gwineter stripe his jacket, en den I knowed you bin tellin" on "im."
"Well, Uncle Remus, he was pulling up your onions, and then he went and flung a rock at me, said the child, plaintively.
"Lemme tell you dis," said the old man, laying down the section of horse-collar he had been plaiting, and looking hard at the little boy--"lemme tell you dis der ain"t no way fer ter make tattlers en tailb"arers turn out good. No, dey ain"t. I bin mixin" up wid fokes now gwine on eighty year, en I ain"t seed no tattler come ter no good een". Dat I ain"t. En ef ole man M"thoozlum wuz livin" clean twel yit, he"d up"n tell you de same.
Sho ez you er settin" dar. You "member w"at "come er de bird w"at went tattlin" "roun" "bout Brer Rabbit?"
The little boy didn"t remember, but he was very anxious to know, and he also wanted to know what kind of a bird it was that so disgraced itself.
"Hit wuz wunner dese yer uppity little Jack Sparrers, I speck,"
said the old man; "dey wuz allers bodder"n" longer udder fokes"s bizness, en dey keeps at it down ter dis day--peckin"
yer, en pickin" dar, en scratchin" out yander. One day, atter he bin fool by ole Brer Tarrypin, Brer Rabbit wuz settin" down in de woods studyin" how he wuz gwineter git even. He feel mighty lonesome, en he feel mighty mad, Brer Rabbit did. Tain"t put down in de tale, but I speck he cusst en r"ar"d "roun" considerbul.
Leas"ways, he wuz settin" out dar by hisse"f, en dar he sot, en study en study, twel bimeby he jump up en holler out:
""Well, dog-gone my cats ef I can"t gallop "roun" ole Brer Fox, en I"m gwineter do it. I"ll show Miss Meadows en de gals dat I"m de boss er Brer Fox," sezee.
"Jack Sparrer up in de tree, he hear Brer Rabbit, he did, en he sing out:
""I"m gwine tell Brer Fox! I"m gwine tell Brer Fox!
Chick-a-biddy-win"-a-blowin"-acuns-fallin"! I"m gwine tell Brer Fox!""
Uncle Remus accompanied the speech of the bird with a peculiar whistling sound in his throat, that was a marvelous imitation of a sparrow"s chirp, and the little boy clapped his hands with delight, and insisted on a repet.i.tion.
"Dis kinder tarrify Brer Rabbit, en he skasely know w"at he gwine do; but bimeby he study ter hisse"f dat de man w"at see Brer Fox fus wuz boun" ter have de inturn, en den he go hoppin" off to"rds home. He didn"t got fur w"en who should he meet but Brer Fox, en den Brer Rabbit, he open up:
""W"at dis twix" you en me, Brer Fox?" sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. "I hear tell you gwine ter sen" me ter "struckshun, en nab my fambly, en "stroy my shanty," sezee.
""Den Brer Fox he git mighty mad. "Who bin tellin" you all dis?"
sezee.
"Brer Rabbit make like he didn"t want ter tell, but Brer Fox he "sist en "sist, twel at las" Brer Rabbit he up en tell Brer Fox dat he hear Jack Sparrer say all dis.
""Co"se," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, "w"en Brer Jack Sparrer tell me dat I flew up, I did, en I use some langwidge w"ich I"m mighty glad dey weren"t no ladies "round" nowhars so dey could hear me go on, sezee.
"Brer Fox he sorter gap, he did, en say he speck he better be sa"nter"n on. But, bless yo" soul, honey, Brer Fox ain"t sa"nter fur, "fo" Jack Sparrer flipp down on a "simmon-bush by de side er de road, en holler out:
""Brer Fox! Oh, Brer Fox!--Brer Fox!"
"Brer Fox he des sorter canter long, he did, en make like he don"t hear "im. Den Jack Sparrer up"n sing out agin:
""Brer Fox! Oh, Brer Fox! Hol" on, Brer Fox! I got some news fer you. Wait Brer Fox! Hit"ll "stonish you."
"Brer Fox he make like he don"t see Jack Sparrer, ner needer do he hear "im, but bimeby he lay down by de road, en sorter stretch hisse"f like he fixin" fer ter nap. De tattlin" Jack Sparrer he flew"d "long, en keep on callin" Brer Fox, but Brer Fox, he ain"t sayin" nuthin". Den little Jack Sparrer, he hop down on de groun"
en flutter "roun" "mongst de trash. Dis sorter "track Brer Fox "tenshun, en he look at de tattlin" bird, en de bird he keep on callin":
""I got sump"n fer ter tell you, Brer Fox."
""Git on my tail, little Jack Sparrer," sez Brer Fox, sezee, "kaze I"m de"f in one year, en I can"t hear out"n de udder. Git on my tail," sezee.
"Den de little bird he up"n hop on Brer Fox"s tail.
""Git on my back, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I"m de"f in one year en I can"t hear out"n de udder."
"Den de little bird hop on his back.
""Hop on my head, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I"m de"f in bofe years."
"Up hop de little bird.
""Hop on my toof, little Jack Sparrer, kaze I"m de"f in one year en I can"t hear out"n de udder."
"De tattlin" little bird hop on Brer Fox"s toof, en den--"
Here Uncle Remus paused, opened wide his mouth and closed it again in a way that told the whole story. *1
"Did the Fox eat the bird all--all up?" asked the little boy.
"Jedge B"ar come long nex" day," replied Uncle Remus, "en he fine some fedders, en fum dat word went roun" dat ole man Squinch Owl done kotch nudder watzizname."
*1 An Atlanta friend heard this story in Florida, but an alligator was subst.i.tuted for the fox, and a little boy for the rabbit. There is another version in which the impertinent gosling goes to tell the fox something her mother has said, and is caught; and there may be other versions. I have adhered to the middle Georgia version, which is characteristic enough.
It may be well to state that there are different versions of all the stories--the shrewd narrators of the mythology of the old plantation adapting themselves with ready tact to the years, tastes, and expectations of their juvenile audiences.
XX. HOW MR. RABBIT SAVED HIS MEAT
"ONE time," said Uncle Remus, whetting his knife slowly and thoughtfully on the palm of his hand, and gazing reflectively in the fire--"one time Brer Wolf--"
"Why, Uncle Remus!" the little boy broke in, "I thought you said the Rabbit scalded the Wolf to death a long time ago."
The old man was fairly caught and he knew it; but this made little difference to him. A frown gathered on his usually serene brow as he turned his gaze upon the child--a frown in which both scorn and indignation were visible. Then all at once he seemed to regain control of himself. The frown was chased away by a look of Christian resignation.
"Dar now! W"at I tell you?" he exclaimed as if addressing a witness concealed under the bed. "Ain"t I done tole you so? Bless grashus! ef chilluns ain"t gittin" so dey knows mo"n ole fokes, en dey"ll "spute longer you en "spute longer you, ceppin" der ma call um, w"ich I speck "twon"t be long "fo" she will, en den Ill set yere by de chimbly-cornder en git some peace er mine. W"en ole Miss wuz livin"," continued the old man, still addressing some imaginary person, "hit "uz mo"n enny her chilluns "ud dast ter do ter come "sputin" longer me, en Mars John"ll tell you de same enny day you ax "im."
"Well, Uncle Remus, you know you said the Rabbit poured hot water on the Wolf and killed him," said the little boy.
The old man pretended not to hear. He was engaged in searching among some sc.r.a.ps of leather under his chair, and kept on talking to the imaginary person. Finally, he found and drew forth a nicely plaited whip-thong with a red snapper all waxed and knotted.
"I wuz fixin" up a w"ip fer a little chap," he continued, with a sigh, "but, bless grashus! "fo" I kin git "er done de little chap done grow"d up twel he know mo"n I duz."
The child"s eyes filled with tears and his lips began to quiver, but he said nothing; whereupon Uncle Remus immediately melted.
"I "clar" to goodness," he said, reaching out and taking the little boy tenderly by the hand, "ef you ain"t de ve"y spit en image er ole Miss w"en I brung "er de las" news er de war. Hit"s des like skeerin" up a ghos" w"at you ain"t fear"d un."
Then there was a pause, the old man patting the little child"s hand caressingly.