"Ole Brer B"ar, he spit on his han"s en skint up de tree, en jam his head in de hole, en sho nuff, Brer Rabbit, he grab de pine pole, en de way he stir up dem bees wuz sinful--dat"s w"at it wuz. Hit wuz sinful. En de bees dey swawm"d on Brer B"ar"s head, twel "fo" he could take it out"n de hole hit wuz done swell up bigger dan dat dinner-pot, en dar he swung, en ole Brer Rabbit, he dance "roun" en sing:
"Tree stan" high, but honey mighty sweet-- Watch dem bees wid stingers on der feet."
"But dar ole Brer B"ar hung, en ef his head ain"t swunk, I speck he hangin" dar yit--dat w"at I speck."
XXIX. MR. FOX GETS INTO SERIOUS BUSINESS
"HIT turn out one time," said Uncle Remus, grinding some crumbs of tobacco between the palms of his hands, preparatory to enjoying his usual smoke after supper--"hit turn out one time dat Brer Rabbit make so free wid de man"s collard-patch dat de man he tuck"n sot a trap fer ole Brer Rabbit."
"Which man was that, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Des a man, honey. Dat"s all. Dat"s all I knows--des wunner dese yer mans w"at you see trollopin "roun" eve"y day. n.o.body ain"t never year w"at his name is, en ef dey did dey kep" de news mighty close fum me. Ef dish yer man is bleedzd fer ter have a name, den I"m done, kaze you"ll hatter go fudder dan me. Ef you bleedzd ter know mo" dan w"at I duz, den you"ll hatter hunt up some er deze yer n.i.g.g.e.rs w"at"s sprung up sence I commence fer ter shed my ha"r."
"Well, I just thought, Uncle Remus," said the little boy, in a tone remarkable for self-depreciation, "that the man had a name."
"Tooby sho," replied the old man, with unction, puffing away at his pipe. "Co"se. Dat w"at make I say w"at I duz. Dish yer man mout a had a name, en den ag"in he moutn"t. He mont er bin name Slip-shot Sam, en he mouter bin name ole One-eye Riley, w"ich ef "twuz hit ain"t bin handed roun" ter me. But dish yer man, he in de tale, en w"at we gwine do wid "im? Dat"s de p"int, kase w"en I git ter huntin" "roun" "mong my "membunce atter dish yer Mister W"atyoumaycollum"s name, she ain"t dar. Now den, le"s des call "im Mr. Man en let "im go at dat."
The silence of the little boy gave consent.
"One time," said Uncle Remus, carefully taking up the thread of the story where it had been dropped, "hit turn out dat Brer Rabbit bin makin" so free wid Mr. Man"s greens en truck dat Mr.
Man, he tuck"n sot a trap for Brer Rabbit, en Brer Rabbit he so greedy dat he tuck"n walk right spang in it, "fo" he know hisse"f. Well, "twa"n"t long "fo" yer come Mr. Man, broozin"
"roun", en he ain"t no sooner see ole Brer Rabbit dan he smack his han"s tergedder en holler out:
""You er nice feller, you is! Yer you bin gobblin" up my green truck, en now you tryin" ter tote off my trap. You er mighty nice chap--dat"s w"at you is! But now dat I got you, I"ll des "bout settle wid you fer de ole en de new."
"En wid dat, Mr. Man, he go off, he did, down in de bushes atter han"ful er switches. Ole Brer Rabbit, he ain"t sayin" nuthin", but he feelin" mighty lonesome, en he sot dar lookin" like eve"y minnit wuz gwineter be de nex". En w"iles Mr. Man wuz off prepa"r"n his bresh-broom, who should come p"radin" long but Brer Fox. Brer Fox make a great "miration, he did, "bout de fix w"at he fin" Brer Rabbit in, but Brer Rabbit he make like he fit ter kill hisse"f laffin", en he up"n tell Brer Fox, he did, dat Miss Meadows"s fokes want "im ter go down ter der house in "tennunce on a weddin", en he "low w"ich he couldn"t, en dey "low how he could, en den bimeby dey take"n tie "im dar w"iles dey go atter de preacher, so he be dar" w"en dey come back. En mo"n dat, Brer Rabbit up"n tell Brer Fox dat his chillun"s mighty low wid de fever, en he bleedzd ter go atter some pills fer"m, en he ax Brer Fox fer ter take his place en go down ter Miss Meadows"s en have nice time wid de gals. Brer Fox, he in fer dem kinder pranks, en "twa"n"t no time "fo" Brer Rabbit had ole Brer Fox harness up dar in his place, en den he make like he got ter make "as"e en git de pills fer dem sick chilluns. Brer Rabbit wa"n"t mo"n out er sight "fo" yer come Mr. Man wid a han"ful er hick"ries, but w"en he see Brer Fox tied up dar, he look like he "stonished.
""Heyo!" sez Mr. Man, sezee, "you done change color, en you done got bigger, en yo" tail done grow out. W"at kin" er w"atzyname is you, ennyhow?" sezee.
"Brer Fox, he stay still, en Mr. Man, he talk on:
""Hit"s mighty big luck," sezee, "ef w"en I ketch de chap w"at nibble my greens, likewise I ketch de feller w"at gnyaw my goose," sezee, en wid dat he let inter Brer Fox wid de hick"ries, en de way he play rap-jacket wuz a caution ter de naberhood. Brer Fox, he juk en he jump, en he squeal en he squall, but Mr. Man, he shower down on "im, he did, like fightin" a red was"nes"."
The little boy laughed, and Uncle Remus supplemented this indors.e.m.e.nt of his descriptive powers with a most infectious chuckle.
""Bimeby," continued the old man, "de switches, dey got frazzle out, en Mr. Man, he put out atter mo", en w"en he done got fa"rly outer yearin", Brer Rabbit, he show"d up, he did, kaze he des bin hidin" out in de bushes lis"nin" at de racket, en he "low hit mighty funny dat Miss Meadows ain"t come "long, kaze he done bin down ter de doctor house, en dat"s fudder dan de preacher, yit.
Brer Rabbit make like he hurr"in" on home, but Brer Fox, he open up, he did, en he say:
""I thank you fer ter tu"n me loose, Brer Rabbit, en I"ll be "blije," sezee, ""caze you done tie me up so tight dat it make my head swim, en I don"t speck I"d las" fer ter git ter Miss Meadows"s," sezee.
"Brer Rabbit, he sot down sorter keerless like, en begin fer ter scratch one year like a man studyin" "bout sump"n.
""Dat"s so, Brer Fox," sezee, "you duz look sorter stove up. Look like sump"n bin onkoamin" yo" ha"rs," sezee.
"Brer Fox ain"t sayin" nothin", but Brer Rabbit, he keep on talkin":
""Dey ain"t no bad feelin"s "twix" us, is dey, Brer Fox? Kaze ef dey is, I ain"t got no time fer ter be tarryin" "roun" yer."
"Brer Fox say w"ich he don"t have no onfrennelness, en wid dat Brer Rabbit cut Brer Fox loose des in time fer ter hear Mr. Man w"isserlin up his dogs, en one went one way en de udder went nudder."
x.x.x. HOW MR. RABBIT SUCCEEDED IN RAISING A DUST
"IN dem times," said Uncle Remus, gazing admiringly at himself in a fragment of looking-gla.s.s, "Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer c.o.o.n, en dem yuther creeturs go co"tin" en sparklin" "roun"
de naberhood mo" samer dan folks. "Twan"t no "Lemme a hoss," ner "Fetch me my buggy," but dey des up"n lit out en tote deyse"f.
Dar"s ole Brer Fox, he des wheel "roun" en fetch his flank one swipe wid "is tongue en he"d be koam up; en Brer Rabbit, he des spit on his han" en twis" it "roun" "mongst de roots er his years en his ha"r"d be roach. Dey wuz dat flirtashus," continued the old man, closing one eye at his image in the gla.s.s, "dat Miss Meadows en de gals don"t se no peace fum one week een" ter de udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, en Friday wuz same as Chuseday, en hit come down ter dat pa.s.s dat w"en Miss Meadows "ud have chicken-fixin"s fer dinner, in "ud drap Brer Fox en Brer Possum, en w"en she"d have fried greens in "ud pop ole Brer Rabbit, twel las" Miss Meadows, she tuck"n tell de gals dat she be dad-blame ef she gwineter keep no tavvum. So dey fix it up "mong deyse"f, Miss Meadows en de gals did, dat de nex" time de gents call dey"d gin um a game. De gents, dey wuz a co"tin, but Miss Meadows, she don"t wanter marry none un um, en needer duz de gals, en likewise dey don"t wanter have um pester"n "roun." Las", one Chuseday, Miss Meadows, she tole um dat ef dey come down ter her house de nex" Sat"day evenin", de whole caboodle on um "ud go down de road a piece, whar der wuz a big flint rock, en de man w"at could take a sludge-hammer en knock de dus" out"n dat rock, he wuz de man w"at "ud git de pick er de gals. Dey all say dey gwine do it, but ole Brer Rabbit, he crope off whar der wuz a cool place under some jimson weeds, en dar he sot wukkin his mind how he gwineter git dus" out"n dat rock. Bimeby, w"ile he wuz a settin" dar, up he jump en crack his heels tergedder en sing out:
""Make a bow ter de Buzzard en den ter de Crow, Takes a limber-toe gemmun fer ter jump Jim Crow,"
"en wid dat he put out for Brer c.o.o.n house en borrer his slippers.
W"en Sat"day evenin" come, dey wuz all dere. Miss Meadows en de gals, dey wuz dere; en Brer c.o.o.n, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum, en Brer Tarrypin, dey wuz dere."
"Where was the Rabbit?" the little boy asked.
"You kin put yo" "pennunce in ole Brer Rabbit," the old man replied, with a chuckle. "He wuz dere, but he shuffle up kinder late, kaze w"en Miss Meadows en de balance on um done gone down ter de place, Brer Rabbit, he crope "roun" ter de ash-hopper, en fill Brer c.o.o.n"s slippers full er ashes, en den he tuck"n put um on en march off. He got dar atter "w"ile, en soon"s Miss Meadows en de gals seed "im, dey up"n giggle, en make a great "miration kaze Brer Rabbit got on slippers. Brer Fox, he so smart, he holler out, he did, en say he lay Brer Rabbit got de groun"-eatch, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter shet one eye, he did, en say, sezee:
""I bin so useter ridin" hoss-back, ez deze ladies knows, dat I"m gittin" sorter tender-footed;" en dey don"t hear much mo" fum Brer Fox dat day, kaze he "member how Brer Rabbit done bin en rid him; en hit "uz des "bout much ez Miss Meadows en de gals could do fer ter keep der snickers fum gittin" up a "sturbance "mong de congregashun. But, never mine dat, old Brer Rabbit, he wuz dar, en he so brash dat leetle mo" en he"d er grab up de sludge-hammer en er open up de racket "fo" ennybody gun de word; but Brer Fox, he shove Brer Rabbit out"n de way en pick up de sludge hisse"f.
Now den," continued the old man, with pretty much the air of one who had been the master of similar ceremonies, "de progance wuz dish yer: Eve"y gent wer ter have th"ee licks at de rock, en de gent w"at fetch de dus" he were de one w"at gwineter take de pick er de gals. Ole Brer Fox, he grab de sludge-hammer, he did, en he come down on de rock--blim! No dus" ain"t come. Den he draw back en down he come ag"in--blam! No dus" ain"t come. Den he spit in his han"s, en give "er a big swing en down she come--kerblap! En yit no dus" ain"t flew"d.
"Den Brer Possum he make triul, en Brer c.o.o.n, en all de balance un um "cep" Brer Tarrypin, en he "low dat he got a crick in his neck. Den Brer Rabbit, he grab holt er de sludge, en he lipt up in de a"r en come down on de rock all at de same time--pow!--en de ashes, dey flew"d up so, dey did, dat Brer Fox, he tuck"n had a sneezin" spell, en Miss Meadows en de gals dey up"n koff. Th"ee times Brer Rabbit jump up en crack his heels tergedder en come down wid de sludge-hammer--ker-blam!--en eve"y time he jump up, he holler out:
""Stan" fudder, ladies! Yer come de dus"!" en sho nuff, de dus"
come.
"Leas"ways," continued Uncle Remus, "Brer Rabbit got one er de gals, en dey had a weddin" en a big infa"r."
"Which of the girls did the Rabbit marry?" asked the little boy, dubiously.
"I did year tell un "er name," replied the old man, with a great affectation of interest, "but look like I done gone en fergit it out"n my mine. Ef I don"t disremember," he continued, "hit wuz Miss Molly Cottontail, en I speck we better let it go at dat."
x.x.xI. A PLANTATION WITCH
The next time the little boy got permission to call upon Uncle Remus, the old man was sitting in his door, with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands, and he appeared to be in great trouble. "What"s the matter, Uncle Remus?" the youngster asked. "Nuff de matter, honey--mo" dan dey"s enny kyo" fer. Ef dey ain"t some quare gwines on "roun" dis place I ain"t name Remus."
The serious tone of the old man caused the little boy to open his eyes. The moon, just at its full, cast long, vague, wavering shadows in front of the cabin. A colony of tree-frogs somewhere in the distance were treating their neighbors to a serenade, but to the little boy it sounded like a chorus of lost and long- forgotten whistlers. The sound was wherever the imagination chose to locate it--to the right, to the left, in the air, on the ground, far away or near at hand, but always dim and always indistinct. Something in Uncle Remus"s tone exactly fitted all these surroundings, and the child nestled closer to the old man.
"Ya.s.ser," continued Uncle Remus, with an ominous sigh and mysterious shake of the head, "ef dey ain"t some quare gwines on in dish yer naberhood, den I"m de ball-headest creetur "twix" dis en nex" Jinawerry wuz a year "go, w"ich I knows I ain"t. Dat"s what."
"What is it, Uncle Remus?"
"I know Mars John bin drivin" Cholly sorter hard ter-day, en I say ter myse"f dat I"d drap "round "bout dus" en fling nudder year er corn in de troff en kinder gin "im a techin" up wid de kurrier-koam; en bless grashus! I ain"t bin in de lot mo"n a minnit "fo" I seed sump"n wuz wrong wid de hoss, and sho" nuff dar wuz his mane full er witch-stirrups."
"Full of what, Uncle Remus?"
"Full er witch-stirrups, honey. Ain"t you seed no witch-stirrups?
Well, w"en you see two stran" er ha"r tied tergedder in a hoss"s mane, dar you see a witch-stirrup, en, mo"n dat, dat hoss done bin rid by um."