Uncle Remus—His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris
How Mr. Rabbit Was Too Sharp for Mr. Fox
"Uncle Remus,"
said the little boy one evening, when he had found the old man with little or nothing
to do, "did the fox kill and eat the rabbit when he caught him with the Tar-Baby?"
"Law, honey, ain't I tell you 'bout dat?" replied the old darkey, chuckling slyly. "I 'clar ter
grashus I ought er tole you dat, but old man Nod wuz ridin' on my eyeleds 'twel a leetle mo'n I'd a
dis'member'd my own name, en den on to dat here come yo mammy hollerin' atter you.
"W'at I tell you w'en I fus' begin? I tole you Brer Rabbit wuz a monstus soon creetur; leas'ways
dat's w'at I laid out fer ter tell you. Well, den, honey, don't you go en make no udder
calkalashuns, kaze in dem days Brer Rabbit en his fambly wuz at de head er de gang w'en enny racket
wuz on han', en dar dey stayed. 'Fo' you begins fer ter wipe yo' eyes 'bout Brer Rabbit, you wait en
see whar'bouts Brer Rabbit
gwineter fetch up at. But dat's needer yer ner dar.
"W'en Brer Fox fine Brer Rabbit mixt up wid de Tar-Baby, he feel mighty good, en he roll on de
groun' en laff. Bimeby he up'n say, sezee:
" 'Well, I speck I got you dis time, Brer Rabbit, sezee; 'maybe I ain't, but I speck I is. You been
runnin' roun' here sassin' atter me a mighty long time, but I speck you done come ter de een' er de
row. You bin cuttin' up yo' capers en bouncin' 'roun' in dis neighberhood ontwel you come ter b'leeve
yo'se'f de boss er de whole gang. En den you er allers somers whar you got no bizness,' sez Brer
Fox, sezee. 'Who ax you fer ter come en strike up a 'quaintance wid dish yer Tar-Baby? En who stuck
you up dar whar you iz? Nobody in de roun' worl'. You des tuck
en jam yo'se'f on dat Tar-Baby widout waitin' fer enny invite,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, en dar you is,
en dar you'll stay twel I fixes up a bresh-pile and fires her up, kaze I'm gwineter bobby-cue you
dis day, sho,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den Brer Rabbit talk mighty 'umble.
" 'I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch.
Roas' me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
" 'Hit's so much trouble fer ter kindle a fier,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'dat I speck I'll hatter hang
you,' sezee.
" 'Hang me des ez high as you please, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'but do fer de Lord's sake
don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
" 'I ain't got no string,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en now I speck I'll hatter drown you,' sezee.
" 'Drown me des ez deep ez you please, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee,
'but do don't fling me in
dat brier-patch,' sezee.
" 'Dey ain't no water nigh,' sez Brer Fox, sezee, 'en now I speck I'll hatter skin you,' sezee.
" 'Skin me, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'snatch out my eyeballs, t'ar out my years by de
roots, en cut off my legs,' sezee, 'but do please, Brer Fox, don't fling me in dat brier-patch,'
sezee.
"Co'se Brer Fox wanter hurt Brer Rabbit bad ez he kin, so he cotch 'im by de behime legs en slung
'im right in de middle er de brier-patch. Dar wuz a considerbul flutter whar Brer Rabbit struck de
bushes, en Brer Fox sorter hang 'roun' fer ter see w'at wuz gwineter happen. Bimeby he hear somebody
call 'im, en way up de hill he see Brer Rabbit settin' crosslegged on a chinkapin log koamin' de
pitch outen his har wid a chip. Den Brer Fox know dat he bin swop off mighty bad. Brer Rabbit wuz
bleedzed fer ter fling back some er his sass, en he holler out:
" 'Bred en bawn in a brier-patch, Brer Fox—bred en bawn in a brier-patch!' en wid dat he skip
out des ez lively ez a cricket in de embers."
|
