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
Ole Molly Har,
Wat you doin dar,
Settin in de coruder
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 didnt. Who? Him? You dunno
nuthin tall bout Brer Rabbit ef dats de way you puttin im down.
Wat he gwine way fer? He moughter stayed sorter close twel de
pitch rub offn his har, but twerent menny days fo he wuz lopin
up en down de neighborhood same ez ever, en I dunno ef he
werent mo sassier dan befo.
Seem like dat de tale bout how he got mixt up wid de Tar-Baby
got roun mongst de nabers. Leasways, Miss Meadows en de gals
got win un it, en de nex time Brer Rabbit paid urn 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 coweumber, he
did, en let em run on.
Who was Miss Meadows, Uncle Remus? inquired the little boy.
Dont ax me, honey. She wuz in de tale, Miss Meadows en de gals
wuz, en de tale I give you like hit 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 daddys 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 cum a callin, and wen he gun fer ter laugh
bout Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows en de gals, dey ups en tells im
bout wat Brer Rabbit Say. Den Brer Fox grit his tushes sho nuff,
he did, en he look mighty dumpy, but wen he riz fer ter go he up
em say, sezee:
Ladies, I aint sputin wat you say, but Ill make Brer Rabbit chaw
up his words en spit urn out right yer whar you kin see im, sezee,
en wid dat off Brer Fox put.
En wen he got in de big road, he shuck de dew on his tail, en
made a straight shoot fer Brer Rabbits house. Wen he got dar,
Brer Rabbit wuz spectin un im, en de do wuz shet fas. Brer Fox
knock. Nobody aint anser. Brer Fox knock. Nobody anser. Den he
knock aginblam! 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 wat I et 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. Dars
gwineter be a party up at Miss Meadowss, sezee. All de gals Il be
dere, en I promus dat Id fetch you. De gals, dey lowed dat hit
wouldnt be no party ceppin I fetch 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 cant 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 wont. Bimeby Brer Rabbit say he go ef Brer Fox tote im on his
back. Brer Fox say he would. Brer Rabbit say he cant ride widout
a saddle. Brer Fox say he git de saddle. Brer Rabbit say he cant set
in saddle less he have bridle fer ter hol by. Brer Fox say he git de
bridle. Brer Rabbit say he cant 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 Meadowss, 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.
Cose 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 har
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 cant see behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel
Brer Rabbit raise one er his foots.
Wat you doin now, Brer Rabbit? sezee.
Shortnin de lef stirp, Brer Fox, sezee.
Bimeby Brer Rabbit raise up de udder foot.
Wat 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 wen dey got close to Miss Meadowss, 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
bleeve he got over groun. Wen 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, wich he hitch Brer
Fox at, en den he santer inter de house, he did, en shake hans 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 hissef back en holler out, he did:
Ladies, aint 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 couldnt hep hissef.
Is that all, Uncle Remus? asked the little boy as the old man
Dat aint all, honey, but twont do fer ter give out too much doff
fer ter cut one par pants, replied the old man sententiously.