VI. MR. RABBIT GROSSLY DECEIVES MR. FOX
ONE evening when the little boy, whose nights with Uncle Remus were as entertaining as those Arabian ones of blessed memory, had finished supper and hurried out to sit with his venerable patron, he found the old man in great glee. Indeed, Uncle Remus was talking and laughing to himself at such a rate that the little boy was afraid he had company. The truth is, Uncle Remus had heard the child coming, and, when the rosy-cheeked chap put his head in at the door, was engaged in a monologue, the burden of which seemed to be--
"Ole Molly Har", W"at you doin" dar, Settin" in de cornder Smokin" yo" seegyar?"
As a matter of course this vague allusion reminded the little boy of the fact that the wicked Fox was still in pursuit of the Rabbit, and he immediately put his curiosity in the shape of a question.
"Uncle Remus, did the Rabbit have to go clean away when he got loose from the Tar-Baby?"
"Bless gracious, honey, dat he didn"t. Who? Him? You dunno nuthin" "tall "bout Brer Rabbit ef dat"s de way you puttin" "im down. W"at he gwine "way fer? He moughter stayed sorter close twel de pitch rub off"n his ha"r, but tweren"t menny days "fo" he wuz lopin" up en down de neighborhood same ez ever, en I dunno ef he weren"t mo" sa.s.sier dan befo".
"Seem like dat de tale "bout how he got mixt up wid de Tar-Baby got "roun" "mongst de nabers. Leas"ways, Miss Meadows en de gals got win" un" it, en de nex" time Brer Rabbit paid um a visit Miss Meadows tackled "im "bout it, en de gals sot up a monstus gigglement. Brer Rabbit, he sot up des ez cool ez a cowc.u.mber, he did, en let em run on.
"Who was Miss Meadows, Uncle Remus?" inquired the little boy.
"Don"t ax me, honey. She wuz in de tale, Miss Meadows en de gals wuz, en de tale I give you like hi"t wer" gun ter me. Brer Rabbit, he sot dar, he did, sorter lam" like, en den bimeby he cross his legs, he did, and wink his eye slow, en up and say, sezee:
""Ladies, Brer Fox wuz my daddy"s ridin"-hoss fer thirty year; maybe mo", but thirty year dat I knows un," sezee; en den he paid um his "specks, en tip his beaver, en march off, he did, des ez stiff en ez stuck up ez a fire-stick.
"Nex" day, Brer Fox c.u.m a callin", and w"en he gun fer ter laugh "bout Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows en de gals, dey ups en tells "im "bout w"at Brer Rabbit Say. Den Brer Fox grit his tushes sho"
nuff, he did, en he look mighty dumpy, but w"en he riz fer ter go he up en say, sezee:
""Ladies, I ain"t "sputin" w"at you say, but I"ll make Brer Rabbit chaw up his words en spit um out right yer whar you kin see "im," sezee, en wid dat off Brer Fox put.
"En w"en he got in de big road, he shuck de dew off"n his tail, en made a straight shoot fer Brer Rabbit"s house. W"en he got dar, Brer Rabbit wuz spectin" un "im, en de do" wuz shet fas".
Brer Fox knock. n.o.body ain"t ans"er. Brer Fox knock. n.o.body ans"er. Den he knock agin--blam! blam! Den Brer Rabbit holler out mighty weak: "Is dat you, Brer Fox? I want you ter run en fetch de doctor. Dat bait er pusly w"at I e"t dis mawnin" is gittin"
"way wid me. Do, please, Brer Fox, run quick," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
""I come atter you, Brer Rabbit," sez Brer Fox, sezee. "Dar"s gwineter be a party up at Miss Meadows"s," sezee. "All de gals "ll be dere, en I prommus" dat I"d fetch you. De gals, dey "lowed dat hit wouldn"t be no party "ceppin" I fotch you," sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit say he wuz too sick, en Brer Fox say he wuzzent, en dar dey had it up and down, "sputin" en contendin". Brer Rabbit say he can"t walk. Brer Fox say he tote "im. Brer Rabbit say how? Brer Fox say in his arms. Brer Rabbit say he drap "im.
Brer Fox "low he won"t. Bimeby Brer Rabbit say he go ef Brer Fox tote "im on his back. Brer Fox say he would. Brer Rabbit say he can"t ride widout a saddle. Brer Fox say he git de saddle. Brer Rabbit say he can"t set in saddle less he have bridle fer ter hol" by. Brer Fox say he git de bridle. Brer Rabbit say he can"t ride widout bline bridle, kaze Brer Fox be shyin" at stumps long de road, en fling "im off. Brer Fox say he git bline bridle. Den Brer Rabbit say he go. Den Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit mos"
up ter Miss Meadows"s, en den he could git down en walk de balance er de way. Brer Rabbit "greed, en den Brer Fox lipt out atter de saddle en de bridle.
"Co"se Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox wuz fixin" fer ter play, en he "termin" fer ter outdo "im, en by de time he koam his ha"r en twis" his mustarsh, en sorter rig up, yer come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle on, en lookin" ez peart ez a circus pony. He trot up ter de do" en stan" dar pawin" de ground en chompin" de bit same like sho "nuff hoss, en Brer Rabbit he mount, he did, en dey amble off. Brer Fox can"t see behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel Brer Rabbit raise one er his foots.
""W"at you doin" now, Brer Rabbit?" sezee.
""Short"nin" de lef stir"p, Brer Fox," sezee.
"Bimeby Brer Rabbit raise up de udder foot.
""W"at you doin" now, Brer Rabbit?" sezee.
""Pullin" down my pants, Brer Fox," sezee.
"All de time, bless grashus, honey, Brer Rabbit wer" puttin" on his spurrers, en w"en dey got close to Miss Meadows"s, whar Brer Rabbit wuz to git off, en Brer Fox made a motion fer ter stan"
still, Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers into Brer Fox flanks, en you better b"leeve he got over groun". W"en dey got ter de house, Miss Meadows en all de gals wuz settin" on de peazzer, en stidder stoppin" at de gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by, he did, en den come gallopin" down de road en up ter de hoss-rack, w"ich he hitch Brer Fox at, en den he santer inter de house, he did, en shake han"s wid de gals, en set dar, smokin" his seegyar same ez a town man. Bimeby he draw in a long puff, en den let hit out in a cloud, en squar hisse"f back en holler out, he did:
""Ladies, ain"t I done tell you Brer Fox wuz de ridin"-hoss fer our fambly? He sorter losin" his gait now, but I speck I kin fetch "im all right in a mont" er so," sezee.
"En den Brer Rabbit sorter grin, he did, en de gals giggle, en Miss Meadows, she praise up de pony, en dar wuz Brer Fox hitch fas" ter de rack, en couldn"t he"p hisse"f."
"Is that all, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy as the old man paused.
"Dat ain"t all, honey, but "twon"t do fer ter give out too much cloff fer ter cut one pa"r pants," replied the old man sententiously.
VII. MR. FOX IS AGAIN VICTIMIZED
WHEN "Miss Sally"s" little boy went to Uncle Remus the next night to hear the conclusion of the adventure in which the Rabbit made a riding-horse of the Fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of Miss Meadows and the girls, he found the old man in a bad humor.
"I ain"t tellin" no tales ter bad chilluns," said Uncle Remus curtly.
"But, Uncle Remus, I ain"t bad," said the little boy plaintively.
"Who dat chunkin" dem chickens dis mawnin? Who dat knockin" out fokes"s eyes wid dat Yallerbammer sling des "fo" dinner? Who dat sickin" dat pinter puppy atter my pig? Who dat scatterin" my ingun sets? Who dat flingin" rocks on top er my house, w"ich a little mo" en one un em would er drap spang on my head?"
"Well, now, Uncle Remus, I didn"t go to do it. I won"t do so any more. Please, Uncle Remus, if you will tell me, I"ll run to the house and bring you some tea-cakes."
"Seein" um"s better"n hearin" tell un um, replied the old man, the severity of his countenance relaxing somewhat; but the little boy darted out, and in a few minutes came running back with his pockets full and his hands full.
"I lay yo" mammy "ll "spishun dat de rats" stummicks is widenin"
in dis neighborhood w"en she come fer ter count up "er cakes,"
said Uncle Remus, with a chuckle. "Deze," he continued, dividing the cakes into two equal parts--"dese I"ll tackle now, en dese I"ll lay by fer Sunday.
"Lemme see. I mos" dis"member wharbouts Brer Fox en Brer Rabbit wuz."
"The rabbit rode the fox to Miss Meadows"s, and hitched him to the horse-rack," said the little boy.
"W"y co"se he did," said Uncle Remus. "C"ose he did. Well, Brer Rabbit rid Brer Fox up, he did, en tied "im to de rack, en den sot out in de peazzer wid de gals a smokin" er his seegyar wid mo" proudness dan w"at you mos" ever see. Dey talk, en dey sing, en dey play on de peanner, de gals did, twel bimeby hit come time fer Brer Rabbit fer to be gwine, en he tell um all good-by, en strut out to de hoss-rack same"s ef he wuz de king er de patter- rollers,*1 en den he mount Brer Fox en ride off.
"Brer Fox ain"t sayin" nuthin" "tall. He des rack off, he did, en keep his mouf shet, en Brer Rabbit know"d der wuz bizness cookin"
up fer him, en he feel monstus skittish. Brer Fox amble on twel he git in de long lane, outer sight er Miss Meadows"s house, en den he tu"n loose, he did. He rip en he ra"r, en he cuss, en he swar; he snort en he cavort."
"What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus?" the little boy inquired.
"He wuz tryin" fer ter fling Brer Rabbit off"n his back, bless yo" soul! But he des might ez well er rastle wid his own shadder.
Every time he hump hisse"f Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers in "im, en dar dey had it, up en down. Brer Fox fa"rly to" up de groun"
he did, en he jump so high en he jump so quick dat he mighty nigh s.n.a.t.c.h his own tail off. Dey kep" on gwine on dis way twel bimeby Brer Fox lay down en roll over, he did, en dis sorter onsettle Brer Rabbit, but by de time Brer Fox got back on his footses agin, Brer Rabbit wuz gwine thoo de underbresh mo" samer dan a race-hoss. Brer Fox he lit out atter "im, he did, en he push Brer Rabbit so close dat it wuz "bout all he could do fer ter git in a holler tree. Hole too little fer Brer Fox fer ter git in, en he hatter lay down en res en gedder his mine tergedder.
"While he wuz layin" dar, Mr. Buzzard come floppin" "long, en seein" Brer Fox stretch out on de groun", he lit en view de premusses. Den Mr. Buzzard sorter shake his wing, en put his head on one side, en say to hisse"f like, sezee:
""Brer Fox dead, en I so sorry," sezee.
""No I ain"t dead, nudder," sez Brer Fox, sezee. "I got ole man Rabbit pent up in yer," sezee, "en I"m a gwine ter git "im dis time ef it take twel Chris"mus," sezee.
"Den, atter some mo" palaver, Brer Fox make a bargain dat Mr.
Buzzard wuz ter watch de hole, en keep Brer Rabbit dar wiles Brer Fox went atter his axe. Den Brer Fox, he lope off, he did, en Mr.