"Is you got enny folks out dar?" inquired Uncle Remus.
"None dat I knows un."
"An" you er takin" dis "oman an" deze chillun out dar whar dey dunno n.o.body? Whar"s yo" perwisions?" eying a chest with a rope around it.
"Dem"s our bedcloze," the old negro explained, noticing the glance of Uncle Remus. "All de vittles what we got we e"t "fo" we started."
"An" you speck ter retch dar safe an soun"? Whar"s yo" ticket?"
"Ain"t got none. De man say ez how dey"d pa.s.s us thoo. I gin a man a fi"-dollar bill "fo" I lef" Jonesboro, an" he sed dat settled it."
"Lemme tell you dis," said Uncle Remus, straightening up indignantly: "you go an" rob somebody an" git on de chain-gang, an" let de "oman scratch "roun" yer an" make "er livin"; but don"t you git on dem kyars--don"t you do it. Yo" bes" holt is de chain-gang. You kin make yo" livin" dar w"en you can"t make it no whars else. But don"t you git on dem kyars. Ef you do, you er gone n.i.g.g.e.r. Ef you ain"t got no money fer ter walk back wid, you better des b"il" yo" nes" right here. I"m a-talkin" wid de bark on. I done seed deze yer Arkinsaw emmygrants come lopin" back, an" some un "em didn"t have rags nuff on "em fer ter hide dere nakidness. You leave dat box right whar she is, an, let de "oman take wun young un an you take de udder wun, an" den you git in de middle er de big road an" pull out fer de place whar you come fum. I"m preachin" now."
Those who watched say the quartet didn"t take the cars.
XII. AS A MURDERER
UNCLE Remus met a police officer recently.
"You ain"t hear talk er no dead n.i.g.g.e.r nowhar dis mawnin", is you, boss?" asked the old man earnestly.
"No," replied the policeman, reflectively. "No, I believe not.
Have you heard of any?"
""Pears unter me dat I come mighty nigh gittin" some news bout dat size, an" dat"s w"at I"m a huntin" fer. Bekaze ef dey er foun" a stray n.i.g.g.e.r layin" "roun" loose, wid "is bref gone, den I wanter go home an" git my brekfus" an" put on some clean cloze, an" "liver myse"f up ter wunner deze yer jestesses er de peace, an git a fa"r trial."
"Why, have you killed anybody?"
"Dat"s w"at"s I"m a "quirin" inter now, but I wouldn"t be sustonished ef I ain"t laid a n.i.g.g.e.r out some"rs on de subbubs.
Hit"s done got so it"s agin de law fer ter bus" loose an" kill a n.i.g.g.e.r, ain"t it, boss?"
"Well, I should say so. You don"t mean to tell me that you have killed a colored man, do you?"
"I speck I is, boss. I speck I done gone an" done it dis time, sho." Hit"s bin sorter growin" on me, an" it come ter a head dis mawnin", "less my name ain"t Remus, an" dat"s w"at dey bin er callin" me sence I wuz ole er "nuff fer ter scratch myse"f wid my lef" han"."
"Well, if you"ve killed a man, you"ll have some fun, sure enough.
How was it?"
"Hit wuz dis way, boss: I wuz layin" in my bed dis mawnin" sorter ruminatin" "roun", when de fus news I know"d I year a fus" "mong de chickens, an" den my brissels riz. I done had lots er trubble wid dem chickens, an" w"en I years wun un um squall my ve"y shoes comes ontied. So I des sorter riz up an" retch fer my ole muskit, and den I crope out er de back do", an" w"atter you reckin I seed?"
"I couldn"t say."
"I seed de biggest, blackest n.i.g.g.e.r dat you ever laid eyes on. He shined like de paint on "im was fresh. He hed done grabbed fo" er my forwardes" pullets. I crope up nigh de do", an" hollered an"
axed "im how he wuz a gittin" on, an" den he broke, an" ez he broke I jammed de gun in de small er his back and banged aloose.
He let a yell like forty yaller cats a courtin", an" den he broke. You ain"t seed no n.i.g.g.e.r hump hisse"f like dat n.i.g.g.e.r. He tore down de well shelter and fo" pannils er fence, an" de groun"
look like wunner deze yer harrycanes had lit dar and fanned up de yeath."
"Why, I thought you killed him?"
"He bleedzed ter be dead, boss. Ain"t I put de gun right on "im?
Seem like I feel "im give way w"en she went off."
"Was the gun loaded?"
"Dat"s w"at my ole "oman say. She had de powder in dar, sho", but I disremember wedder I put de buckshot in, er wedder I lef" um out. Leas"ways, I"m gwineter call on wunner deze yer jestesses.
So long, boss."
XIII. HIS PRACTICAL VIEW OF THINGS
"BRER REMUS, is you heern tell er deze doin"s out yer in de udder eend er town?" asked a colored deacon of the church the other day.
"W"at doin"s is dat, Brer Ab?"
"Deze yer signs an" wunders whar dat cullud lady died day "fo"
yistiddy. Mighty quare goin"s on out dar, Brer Remus, sho"s you bawn."
"Sperrits?" inquired Uncle Remus, sententiously.
"Wuss"n dat, Brer Remus. Some say dat jedgment day ain"t fur off, an" de folks is flockin" "roun" de house a hollerin" an" a- shoutin" des like dey wuz in er revival. In de winder gla.s.s dar you kin see de flags a flyin", an" Jacob"s lather is dar, an"
dar"s writin" on de pane w"at no man can"t read--leas"wise dey ain"t none read it yit."
"W"at kinder racket is dis you er givin" un me now, Brer Ab?"
"I done bin dar, Brer Remus; I done seed um wid bofe my eyes.
Cullud lady what wuz intranced done woke up an" say dey ain"t much time fer ter tarry. She say she meet er angel in de road, an" he p"inted straight fer de mornin" star, an" tell her fer ter prepar". Hit look mighty cu"us, Brer Remus."
"c.u.m down ter dat, Brer Ab," said Uncle Remus, wiping his spectacles carefully, and readjusting them--"c.u.m down ter dat, an" dey ain"t nuthin" dat ain"t cu"us. I ain"t no spishus n.i.g.g.e.r myse"f, but I "spizes fer ter year dogs a howlin" an" squinch- owls havin" de agur out in de woods, an" w"en a bull goes a bellerin" by de house den my bones git col" an" my flesh commences fer ter creep; but w"en it comes ter deze yer sines in de a"r an" deze yer sperrits in de woods, den I"m out--den I"m done. I is, fer a fack. I bin livin" yer more"n seventy year, an"
I year talk er n.i.g.g.e.rs seein" ghos"es all times er night an" all times er day, but I ain"t never seed none yit; an" deze yer flags an" Jacob"s lathers, I ain"t seed dem, nudder."
"Dey er dar, Brer Remus."
"Hit"s des like I tell you, Brer Ab. I ain"t "sputin" "bout it, but I ain"t seed um, an" I don"t take no chances deze days on dat w"at I don"t see, an" dat w"at I sees I got ter "zamine mighty close. Lemme tell you dis, Brer Ab: don"t you let deze sines onsettle you. W"en old man Gabrile toot his ho"n, he ain"t gwineter hang no sine out in de winder-panes, an when ole Fadder Jacob lets down dat lather er his"n you"ll be mighty ap" fer ter hear de racket. An" don"t you bodder wid jedgment-day. Jedgment- day is lierbul fer ter take keer un itse"f."
"Dat"s so, Brer Remus."
"Hit"s bleedzed ter be so, Brer Ab. Hit don"t bodder me. Hit"s done got so now dat w"en I gotter pone er bread, an" a rasher er bacon, an" nuff grease fer ter make gravy, I ain"t keerin" much w"edder fokes sees ghos"es er no."
XIV. THAT DECEITFUL JUG
UNCLE REMUS was in good humor one evening recently when he dropped casually into the editorial room of "The Const.i.tution," as has been his custom for the past year or two.
He had a bag slung across his shoulder, and in the bag was a jug.
The presence of this humble but useful vessel in Uncle Remus"s bag was made the occasion for several suggestive jokes at his expense by the members of the staff, but the old man"s good humor was proof against all insinuations.
"Dat ar jug"s bin ter wah, mon. Hit"s wunner deze yer ole timers.
I got dat jug down dar in Putmon County w"en Mars "Lisha Ferryman wuz a young man, an" now he"s done growed up, an" got ole an"