"What"s the matter now, Uncle Remus?" inquired Mr. Huntingdon, folding up his newspaper.
"Nuthin" "tall, Mars John, "ceppin deze yer sunshine n.i.g.g.e.rs. Dey begs my terbacker, en borrys my tools, en steals my vittles, en hit"s done come ter dat pa.s.s dat I gotter pack up en go. I"m agwine down ter Putmon, dat"s w"at."
Uncle Remus was accustomed to make this threat several times a day, but upon this occasion it seemed to remind Mr. Huntingdon of something.
"Very well," he said, "I"ll come around and help you pack up, but before you go I want you to tell Sister here how you went to war and fought for the Union.--Remus was a famous warrior," he continued, turning to Miss Theodosia; "he volunteered for one day, and commanded an army of one. You know the story, but you have never heard Remus"s version."
Uncle Remus shuffled around in an awkward, embarra.s.sed way, scratched his head, and looked uncomfortable.
"Miss Doshy ain"t got no time fer ter set dar an" year de ole n.i.g.g.e.r run on."
"Oh, yes, I have, Uncle Remus!" exclaimed the young lady; "plenty of time."
The upshot of it was that, after many ridiculous protests, Uncle Remus sat down on the steps, and proceeded to tell his story of the war. Miss Theodosia listened with great interest, but throughout it all she observed--and she was painfully conscious of the fact, as she afterward admitted--that Uncle Remus spoke from the standpoint of a Southerner, and with the air of one who expected his hearers to thoroughly sympathize with him.
"Co"se," said Uncle Remus, addressing himself to Miss Theodosia, "you ain"t bin to Putmon, en you dunner whar de Brad Slaughter place en Harmony Grove is, but Mars John en Miss Sally, dey bin dar a time er two, en dey knows how de lan" lays. Well, den, it "uz right long in dere whar Mars Jeems lived, en whar he live now. When de war come long he wuz livin" dere longer Ole Miss en Miss Sally. Ole Miss "uz his ma, en Miss Sally dar "uz his sister. De war come des like I tell you, en marters sorter rock along same like dey allers did. Hit didn"t strike me dat dey wuz enny war gwine on, en ef I hadn"t sorter miss de nabers, en seed fokes gwine outer de way fer ter ax de news, I"d a "lowed ter myse"f dat de war wuz "way off "mong some yuther country. But all dis time de fuss wuz gwine on, en Mars Jeems, he wuz des eatchin"
fer ter put in. Ole Miss en Miss Sally, dey tuck on so he didn"t git off de fus" year, but bimeby news come down dat times wuz gittin" putty hot, en Mars Jeems he got up, he did, en say he gotter go, en go he did. He got a overseer fer ter look atter de place, en he went en jined de army. En he "uz a fighter, too, mon, Mars Jeems wuz. Many"s en many"s de time," continued the old man, reflectively, "dat I hatter take"n bresh dat boy on a counter his "buzin" en beatin" dem yuther boys. He went off dar fer ter fight, en he fit. Ole Miss useter call me up Sunday en read w"at de papers say "bout Mars Jeems, en it ho"p "er up might"ly. I kin see "er des like it "uz yistiddy.
""Remus," sez she, "dish yer"s w"at de papers say "bout my baby,"
en den she"d read out twel she couldn"t read fer cryin". Hit went on dis way year in en year out, en dem wuz lonesome times, sho"s you bawn, Miss Doshy--lonesome times, sho. Hit got hotter en hotter in de war, en lonesomer en mo" lonesomer at home, en bimeby "long come de conscrip" man, en he des everlas"nly scoop up Mars Jeems"s overseer. W"en dis come "bout, ole Miss, she sont atter me en say, sez she:
""Remus, I ain"t got n.o.body fer ter look arter de place but you,"
sez she, en den I up"n say, sez I:
""Mistiss, you kin des "pen" on de ole n.i.g.g.e.r."
"I wuz ole den, Miss Doshy--let lone w"at I is now; en you better b"leeve I bossed dem han"s. I had dem n.i.g.g.e.rs up en in de fiel"
long "fo" day, en de way dey did wuk wuz a caution. Ef dey didn"t earn der vittles dat season den I ain"t name Remus. But dey wuz tuk keer un. Dey had plenty er cloze en plenty er grub, en dey wuz de fattes" n.i.g.g.e.rs in de settlement.
"Bimeby one day, Ole Miss, she call me up en say de Yankees done gone en tuck Atlanty--dish yer ve"y town; den present"y I year dey wuz a marchin" on down todes Putmon, en, lo en behol"s! one day, de fus news I know"d, Mars Jeems he rid up wid a whole gang er men. He des stop long nuff fer ter change hosses en s.n.a.t.c.h a mouffle er sump"n ter eat, but "fo" he rid off, he call me up en say, sez he:
""Daddy"--all Ole Miss"s chilluns call me daddy--"Daddy," he say, ""pears like dere"s gwineter be mighty rough times "roun" yer. De Yankees, dey er done got ter Madison en Mounticellar, en "twon"t be many days "fo" dey er down yer. "Tain"t likely dey"ll pester mother ner sister; but, daddy, ef de wus come ter de wus, I speck you ter take keer un um," sezee.
"Den I say, sez I: "How long you bin knowin" me, Mars Jeems?" sez I.
""Sence I wuz a baby," sezee.
""Well, den, Mars Jeems," sez I, "you know"d "twa"nt no use fer ter ax me ter take keer Ole Miss en Miss Sally."
"Den he tuck"n squoze my han" en jump on de filly I bin savin"
fer "im, en rid off. One time he tu"n roun" en look like he wanter say sump"n", but he des waf" his han"--so--en gallop on. I know"d den dat trouble wuz brewin". n.i.g.g.e.r dat knows he"s gwineter git thumped kin sorter fix hisse"f, en I tuck"n fix up like de war wuz gwineter come right in at de front gate. I tuck"n got all de cattle en hosses tergedder en driv" um ter de fo"-mile place, en I tuck all de corn en fodder en w"eat, en put um in a crib out dar in de woods; en I bilt me a pen in de swamp, en dar I put de hogs. Den, w"en I fix all dis, I put on my Sunday cloze en groun" my axe. Two whole days I groun" dat axe. De grinestone wuz in sight er de gate en close ter de big "ouse, en dar I tuck my stan".
"Bimeby one day, yer come de Yankees. Two un um come fus, en den de whole face er de yeath swawm"d wid um. De fus glimpse I kotch un um, I tuck my axe en march inter Ole Miss settin"-room.
She done had de sidebo"d move in dar, en I wish I may drap ef "twuzn"t fa"rly blazin" wid silver--silver cups en silver sa.s.sers, silver plates en silver dishes, silver mugs en silver pitchers. Look like ter me dey wuz fixin" fer a weddin". Dar sot Ole Miss des ez prim en ez proud ez ef she own de whole county.
Dis kinder ho"p me up, kaze I done seed Ole Miss look dat away once befo" w"en de overseer struck me in de face wid a w"ip. I sot down by de fier wid my axe tween my knees. Dar we sot w"iles de Yankees ransack de place. Miss Sally, dar, she got sorter restless, but Ole Miss didn"t skasely bat "er eyes. Bimeby, we hear steps on de peazzer, en yer come a couple er young fellers wid strops on der shoulders, en der sodes a draggin" on de flo", en der spurrers a rattlin". I won"t say I wuz skeer"d," said Uncle Remus, as though endeavoring to recall something he failed to remember, "I won"t say I wuz skeer"d, kaze I wuzzent; but I wuz took"n wid a mighty funny feelin" in de naberhood er de gizzard. Dey wuz mighty perlite, dem young chaps wuz; but Ole Miss, she never tu"n "er head, en Miss Sally, she look straight at de fier. Bimeby one un um see me, en he say, sezee:
""h.e.l.lo, ole man, w"at you doin" in yer?" sezee.
""Well, boss," sez I, "I bin cuttin" some wood fer Ole Miss, en I des stop fer ter worn my han"s a little," sez I.
""Hit is col", dat"s a fack," sezee.
"Wid dat I got up en tuck my stan" behime Ole Miss en Miss Sally, en de man w"at speak, he went up en worn his han"s. Fus thing you know, he raise up sudden, en say, sezee:
""W"at dat on yo" axe?"
""Dat"s de fier shinin" on it," sez I.
""Hit look like blood," sezee, en den he laft.
"But, bless yo" soul, dat man wouldn"t never laft dat day ef he"d know"d de wukkins er Remus"s mine. But dey didn"t bodder n.o.body ner tech nuthin", en bimeby dey put out. Well, de Yankees, dey kep" pa.s.sin" all de mawnin" en it look like ter me dey wuz a string un um ten mile long. Den dey commence gittin" thinner en thinner, en den atter w"ile we hear sk.u.mmishin" in de naberhood er Armer"s fe"y, en Ole Miss "low how dat wuz Wheeler"s men makin" persoot. Mars Jeems wuz wid dem Wheeler fellers, en I know"d ef dey wuz dat close I wa"n"t doin" no good settin" "roun"
de house toas"n my shins at de fier, so I des tuck Mars Jeems"s rifle fum behime de do" en put out ter look atter my stock.
"Seem like I ain"t never see no raw day like dat, needer befo"
ner sence. Dey wa"n"t no rain, but de wet des sifted down; mighty raw day. De leaves on de groun" "uz so wet dey don"t make no fuss, en I got in de woods, en w"enever I year de Yankees gwine by, I des stop in my tracks en let un pa.s.s. I wuz stan"in" dat away in de aidge er de woods lookin" out cross a clearin", w"en-- piff!--out come a little bunch er blue smoke fum de top er wunner dem big lonesome-lookin" pines, en den--pow!
"Sez I ter myse"f, sez I: "Honey, you er right on my route, en I"ll des see w"at kinder bird you got roostin" in you," en w"iles I wuz a lookin" out bus" de smoke--piff! en den--bang! Wid dat I des drapt back inter de woods, en sorter skeerted "roun" so"s ter git de tree "twixt" me en de road. I slid up putty close, en wadder you speck I see? Des ez sho"s you er settin" dar lissenin"
dey wuz a live Yankee up dar in dat tree, en he wuz a loadin" en a shootin" at de boys des ez cool es a cowc.u.mber in de jew, en he had his hoss. .h.i.tch out in de bushes, kaze I year de creetur tromplin" "roun". He had a spy-gla.s.s up dar, en w"iles I wuz a watchin" un "im, he raise "er up en look thoo "er, en den he lay "er down en fix his gun fer ter shoot.
"I had good eyes in dem days, ef I ain"t got um now, en way up de big road I see Mars Jeems a comm". Hit wuz too fur fer ter see his face, but I know"d "im by de filly w"at I raise fer "im, en she wuz a prancin" like a school-gal. I know"d dat man wuz gwineter shoot Mars Jeems ef he could, en dat wuz mo"n I could stan". Many"s en many"s de time dat I nuss dat boy, en hilt "im in dese arms, en toted "im on dis back, en w"en I see dat Yankee lay dat gun "cross a lim" en take aim at Mars Jeems I up wid my ole rifle, en shet my eyes en let de man have all she had."
"Do you mean to say," exclaimed Miss Theodosia, indignantly, "that you shot the Union soldier, when you knew he was fighting for your freedom?"
"Co"se, I know all about dat," responded Uncle Remus, "en it sorter made col" chills run up my back; but w"en I see dat man take aim, en Mars Jeems gwine home ter Ole Miss en Miss Sally, I des disremembered all "bout freedom en lammed aloose. En den atter dat, me en Miss Sally tuck en nuss de man right straight along. He los" one arm in dat tree bizness, but me en Miss Sally we nuss "im en we nuss "im twel he done got well. Des "bout dat time I quit nuss"n "im, but Miss Sally she kep" on. She kep" on,"
continued Uncle Remus, pointing to Mr. Huntingdon, "en now dar he is."
"But you cost him an arm," exclaimed Miss Theodosia.
"I gin "im dem," said Uncle Remus, pointing to Mrs. Huntingdon, "en I gin "im deze"--holding up his own brawny arms. "En ef dem ain"t nuff fer enny man den I done los" de way."
HIS SAYINGS
I. JEEMS ROBER"SON"S LAST ILLNESS
A Jonesboro negro, while waiting for the train to go out, met up with Uncle Remus. After the usual "time of day" had been pa.s.sed between the two, the former inquired about an acquaintance.
"How"s Jeems Rober"son?" he asked.
"Ain"t you year "bout Jim?" asked Uncle Remus.
"Dat I ain"t," responded the other; "I ain"t hear talk er Jem sence he cut loose fum de chain-gang. Dat w"at make I ax. He ain"t down wid de biliousness, is he?"
"Not dat I knows un," responded Uncle Remus, gravely. "He ain"t sick, an" he ain"t bin sick. He des tuck"n say he wuz gwineter ride dat ar roan mule er Mars John"s de udder Sunday, an" de mule, she up"n do like she got nudder ingagement. I done bin fool wid dat mule befo", an" I tuck"n tole Jim dat he better not git tangle up wid "er; but Jim, he up"n "low dat he wuz a hoss- doctor, an" wid dat he ax me fer a chaw terbacker, en den he got de bridle, en tuck"n kotch de mule en got on her--Well,"
continued Uncle Remus, looking uneasily around, "I speck you better go git yo" ticket. Dey tells me dish yer train goes a callyhootin"."
"Hol" on dar, Uncle Remus; you ain"t tell me "bout Jim,"
exclaimed the Jonesboro negro.