UNCLE REMUS was half-soling one of his shoes, and his Miss
Sally’s little boy had been handling his awls, his hammers, and his
knives to such an extent that the old man was compelled to assume
a threatening attitude; but peace reigned again, and the little boy
perched himself on a chair, watching Uncle Remus driving in
pegs.
“Folks w’at’s allers pesterin’ people, en bodderin’ ’longer dat w’at
ain’t dem, don’t never come ter no good eend. Dar wuz Brer Wolf;
stidder mindin’ un his own bizness, he hatter take en go in
pardnerships wid Brer Fox, en dey want skacely a minnit in de day
dat he want atter Brer Rabbit, en he kep’ on en kep’ on twel fus’
news you knowed he got kotch up widen he got kotch up wid
monstus bad.”
“Goodness, Uncle Remus! I thought the Wolf let the Rabbit alone,
after he tried to fool him about the Fox being dead.”
“Better lemme tell dish yer my way. Bimeby hit’ll be yo’ bed time,
en Miss Sally’ll be a hollerin’ atter you, en youil be a whimplin’
roun’, en den Mars John’ll fetch up de re’r wid dat ar strop w’at I
made fer im.
The child laughed, and playfully shook his fist in the simple,
serious face of the venerable old darkey, but said no more. Uncle
Remus waited awhile to be sure there was to be no other
demonstration, and then proceeded:
“Brer Rabbit ain’t see no peace w’atsumever. He can’t leave home
’cep’ Brer Wolf ’ud make a raid en tote off some er de fambly. Brer
Rabbit b’ilt ’im a straw house, en hit wuz tored down; den he made
a house outen pine-tops, en dat went de same way; den he made
’im a bark house, en dat wuz raided on, en eve’y time he los’ a
house he los’ one er his chilluns. Las’ Brer Rabbit got mad, he did,
en cust, en den he went off, he did, en got some kyarpinters, en dey
b’ilt ’im a plank house wid rock foundashuns. Atter dat he could
have some peace en quietness. He could go out en pass de time er
day ’wid his neighbors, en come back en set by de fier, en smoke
his pipe, en read de newspapers same like enny man w’at got a
fambly. He made a hole, he did, in de cellar whar de little Rabbits
could hide out w’en dar wuz much uv a racket in de neighborhood,
en de latch er de front do’ kotch on de inside. Brer Wolf, he see
how de lan’ lay, he did, en he lay low. De little Rabbits was mighty
skittish, but hit got so dat cole chills ain’t run up Brer Rabbit’s back
no mo’ w’en he heerd Brer Wolf go gallopin’ by.
“Bimeby, one day w’en Brer Rabbit wuz fixin’ fer ter call on Miss
Coon, he heerd a monstrus fuss en clatter up de big road, en ’mos’
’fo’ he could fix his years fer ter lissen, Brer Wolf run in de do’. De
little Rabbits dey went inter dere hole in de cellar, dey did, like
blowin’ out a canule. Brer Wolf Wuz far’ly kivver’d wid mud, en
mighty nigh outer ’win’.
“‘Oh, do pray save me, Brer Rabbit!’ sez Brer Wolf, sezee. ‘Do
please, Brer Rabbit! de dogs is ater me, en dey’ll t’ar me up. Don’t
you year um comin’? Oh, do please save me, Brer Rabbit! Hide me
some’rs whar de dogs won’t git me.’
“No quicker sed dan done.
“‘Jump in dat big chist dar, Brer Wolf,’ sez Brer Rabbit, sezee;
‘jump in dar en make yo’se’f at home.’
“In jump Brer Wolf, down come the led, en inter de hasp went de
hook, en dar Mr. Wolf wuz. Den Brer Rabbit went ter de
lookin’-glass, he did, en wink at hisse’f, en den he draw’d de
rockin’-cheer in front er de fier, he did, en tuck a hig chaw
terbarker.”
“Tobacco, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy, incredulously.
“Rabbit terbarker, honey. You know dis yer life eviastin’ w’at Miss
Sally puts ’mong de cloze in de trunk; well, dat’s rabbit terbarker.
Den Brer Rabbit sot dar long time, he did, turnin’ his mine over en
wukken his thinkin’ masheen. Bimeby he got up, en sorter stir
’roun’. Den Brer Wolf open up:
‘Is de dogs all gone, Brer Rabbit?’
‘Seem like I hear one un um smellin’ roun’ de chimbly-corner des
now.’
“Den Brer Rabbit git de kittle en fill it full er water, en put it on de
fier.
“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘I’m fixin fer ter make you a nice cup er tea, Brer Wolf.’
“Den Brer Rabbit went ter de cubberd en git de gimlet, en
commence for ter bo’ little holes in de chistled.
“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘I’m bo’in’ little holes So you kin get bref, Brer Wolf.’
“Den Brer Rabbit went out en git some mo’ wood, en fling it on de
fier.
“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘I’m a chunkin’ up de fier so you won’t git cole, Brer Wolf.’
“Den Brer Rabbit went down inter de cellar en fotch out all his chilluns.
“‘W’at you doin’ now, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘I’m a tellin’ my chilluns w’at a nice man you is, Brer Wolf.’
“En de chilluns, dey had ter put der han’s on der moufs fer ter keep
fum laffin’. Den Brer Rabbit he got de kittle en commenced fer to
po’ de hot water on de chist-lid.
“‘W’at dat I hear, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘You hear de win’ a blowin’, Brer Wolf.’
“Den de water begin fer ter sif’ thoo.
“‘W’at dat I feel, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘You feels de fleas a bitin’, Brer Wolf.’
“‘Dey er bitin’ mighty hard, Brer Rabbit.’
“‘Tu’n over on de udder side, Brer Wolf.’
“‘W’at dat I feel now, Brer Rabbit?’
“‘Still you feels de fleas, Brer Wolf.’
“‘Dey er eatin’ me up, Brer Rabbit,’ en dem wuz de las words er
Brer Wolf, kase de scaldin’ water done de bizness.
“Den Brer Rabbit call in his neighbors, he did, en dey hilt a reg’lar
juberlee; en ef you go ter Brer Rabbit’s house right now, I dunno
but w’at you’ll fine Brer Wolfs hide hangin’ in de back-po’ch, en all
bekaze he wuz so bizzy wid udder fo’kses doin’s.”
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