HIT look like ter me, said Uncle Remus, frowning, as the little
boy came hopping and skipping into the old mans cabin, dat I see
a young un bout yo size playin en makin free wid dem ar chilluns
er ole Miss Faverss yistiddy, en wen I seed dat, I drap my axe, en I
come in yer en sot flat down right whar youer settin now, en I say
ter mysef dat its bout time fer ole Remus fer ter hang up en quit.
Dats des zackly wat I say.
Well, Uncle Remus, they called me, said the little boy, in a
penitent tone. They come and called me, and said they had a pistol
and some powder over there.
Dar now! exclaimed the old man, indignantly. Dar now! wat I
bin sayin? Hits des a born bless-in dat you want brung home on a
litter wid bofe eyeballs hangin out en one year clean gone; dats
wat tis. Hits des a born blessin. Hit hope me up mightly de udder
day wen I hear Miss Sally layin down de law bout you en dem
Favers chillun, yit, lo en beholes, de fus news I knows yer you is
han-in-glove wid urn. Hits nuff fer ter fetch ole Miss right up outn
dat berryin-groun fum down dar in Putmon County, en wat yo
gramma wouldnt er stood me en yo ma aint gwineter stan
nudder, en de nex time I hear bout sech a come off ez dis, right
den en dar Im bonn ter lay de case fo Miss Sally. Dem Faverss
want no count fo de war, en dey want no count endurin er de
war, en dey aint no count atterwards, en wiles my heads hot you
aint gwineter go mixin up yosef wid de riff-raff er creashun.
The little boy made no further attempt to justify his conduct. He
was a very wise little boy, and he knew that, in Uncle Remuss
eyes, he had been guilty of a flagrant violation of the family code.
Therefore, instead of attempting to justify himself, he pleaded
guilty, and promised that he would never do so any more. After
this there was a long period of silence, broken only by the vigorous
style in which Uncle Remus puffed away at his pipe. This was the
invariable result. Whenever the old man had occasion to
reprimand the little boyand the occasions were frequenthe would
relapse into a dignified but stubborn silence. Presently the
youngster drew forth from his pocket a long piece of candle. The
sharp eyes of the old man saw it at once.
Dont you come a tellin me dat Miss Sally gun you dat, he
exclaimed, kaze she didnt. En I lay you hatter be monstus sly fo
you gotter chance fer ter snatch up dat piece er canule.
Well, Uncle Remus, the little boy explained, it was lying there
all by itself, and I just thought Id fetch it out to you.
Dats so, honey, said Uncle Remus, greatly mollified; dats so,
kaze by now some er dem yuther niggers ud er done had her lit up.
Dey er mighty biggity, dem house niggers is, but I notices dat dey
dont let nuthin pass. Dey goes long wid der hans en der mouf
open, en wat one dont ketch de tother one do.
There was another pause, and finally the little boy said:
Uncle Remus, you know you promised to-day to tell me why the
Possum has no hair on his tail.
Law, honey! aint you done gone en fergot dat offn yo mine yit?
Hit look like ter me, continued the old man, leisurely refilling his
pipe, dat she sorter run like dis: One time ole Brer Possum, he git
so hungry, he did, dat he bleedzd fer ter have a mess er simmons.
He monstus lazy man, old Brer Possum wuz, but bimeby his
stummick gun ter growl en holler at im so dat he des hatter rack
roun en hunt up sumpn; en wiles he wuz rackin roun, who shd
he run up wid but Brer Rabbit, en dey wuz hail-fellers, kaze Brer
Possum, he aint bin boddern Brer Rabbit like dem yuther creeturs.
Dey sot down by de side er de big road, en dar dey jabber en
confab mong wunner nudder, twel bimeby old Brer Possum, he
take n tell Brer Rabbit dat he mos pesh out, en Brer Rabbit, he lip
up in de ar, he did, en smack his hans tergedder, en say dat he
know right whar Brer Possum kin git a bait er simmons. Den Brer
Possum, he say whar, en Brer Rabbit, he say wich twuz over at
Brer Bars simmon orchard.
Did the Bear have a simmon orchard, Uncle Remus? the little
Cose, honey, kaze in dem days Brer Bar wuz a bee-hunter. He
make his livin findin bee trees, en de way he fine um he plant im
some simmon-trees, wich de bees deyd come ter suck de
simmons en den ole Brer Bar hed watch urn whar deyd go, en
den hed be mighty ap fer ter come up wid um. No matter bout
dat, de simmon patch uz dar des like I tell you, en ole Brer
Possum mouf gun ter water soons he year talk un um, en mos fo
Brer Rabbit done tellin im de news, Brer Possum, he put out, he
did, en twant long fo he wuz perch up in de highes tree in Brer
Bar simmon patch. But Brer Rabbit, he done termin fer ter see
some fun, en wiles all dis uz gwine on, he run roun ter Brer Bar
house, en holler en tell im wich dey wuz somebody stroyin un his
simmons, en Brer Bar, he hustle off fer ter ketch im.
Evey now en den Brer Possum think he year Brer Bar comin,
but he keep on sayin, sezee:
Ill des git one simmon mo en den Ill go; one simmon mo en
den Ill go.
Las he year Brer Bar comm sho nuff, but twuz de same ole
chuneOne simmon mo en den Ill goen des bout dat time Brer
Bar busted inter de patch, en gin de tree a shake, en Brer Possum,
he drapt out longer de yuther ripe simmons, but time he totch de
groun he got his foots tergedder, en he lit out fer de fence same ez
a race-hoss, en cross dat patch him en Brer Bar had it, en Brer Bar
gain evey jump, twel time Brer Possum make de fence Brer Bar
grab im by de tail, en Brer Possum, he went out tween de rails en
gin a powerful juk en pull his tail out twix Brer Bar tushes; en, lo
en beholes, Brer Bar hole so tight en Brer Possum pull so hard dat
all de har come off in Brer Bars mouf, wich, ef Brer Rabbit
hadnt er happen up wid a god er water, Brer Bar der got strankle.
Fum dat day ter dis, said Uncle Remus, knocking the ashes
carefully out of his pipe, Brer Possum aint had no har on his tail,
en needer do his chilluns.