The south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1879-1883, 1879-12-09
NEGRO FOLK LORE.
Why Brother Postum Is a Peace
full Citizen. '"'

thoughtfully and carressngly-"onc
night Brer Postum call by fer Brer
Coon 'cordin ter 'greement, en- arter
goblin up dish er fried greens and
smoking er seegyar, dey rambled fer
ter see how de balance NV de settle
ment was Citing long. Brer Coon
lie wunner deze yer natchul PAGERS,
and he racked long same ez Mars
Johns bay pony, en- Brer Postum, he
went in a han gallop: and day got
over heap er groun' mon. Brer
Postum, lie got his belly full err sim
nous, en- Brer Coon he scooped up q
'uunnunce or frogs ell tadpoles. Dey
ambled long DIES ez soshubble ez n |
baskit er kittens, twell, bimeby dey
hear Mr.. Dog talkin' ter hisse'f way
off in de woods.
"Spozen he runs up on us, Bier
Poasum, wat yer gwinter do?" SEE
Brer Coon, sezce. Brer Postum sor-
ter smile round de corner NV his
mouf.
oh, Of he come, Brer Coon, I'm
gwineter stan by YOU SEE Brer Pos
som. wat you gwineter doF sezee.
Who? mer sez Brer Coon. The
run up onter me, Icy III give him
one twist sezee.
'Did the dog come asked the little
boy.
GO way honey = responded the old
man in an impressive tone. Go
way! Mr.. Dog he come and he
come zoonin'. En- he neverlwait fer
ter say howdy, nudder. He des sail
ed into de two un Inn. De ve'y fus'
pass he made, Brer Possum fetch u
grin from year to year, en- keel over
like he was dead. Deu Mr.. Dog, he
sail inter Brer Coon, and right dar's
whar he los his munnypu's, kase
Brcr Coon WAS cut out fer dat kinder
dizziness, and he fairly wiped up de
face NV de earf wild i'm. You better
bleve dat wen Mr.. Dog got o cliai &c
Ter make itself skase he tuck it, ell
what der wus lett un him went scat
term throo de woods like 1t wuz shot
outen muskit. En- Brer Coon, he
sorter lick his cloze inter shape and
rack of, ell Brer Postum, he lay dal
like he wuz dead, twell bimeby hi
i raise up sorter keerful like, ell whel
he fine de coas' cle'r he scramble vi
;, Gu scamper of like sumpin wuz atte
= him. $50
~ Here Uncle Remus paused lon
l. enough: 70 i,ic!, Up live coal of III
u In his fingers, transfer it into tn
q palm of his hand, and thence to hi
~ clay pipe, which no had been filing
10 a proceeding that was viewed by I'll
ID little boy with unlisguised admire
to ton. The old man then proceeded
Up Mex time Brer Postum meet BIZ
ne Coon, Brer Coon fuse ter SON t
y his howdy. ell dis make Brer Possu
nj feel mighty bad, seein ez how d.
nc useter make So many 'scurshuns 4
nS gedder
C. wat make You hole your head
ne high, Brer Coon 2? SEE Brer Possur
;" sczee.
ne Il amt runnin wild cowcrds de
IN days. says Brer Coon. Wen wan
OF you III send fer you,' sezee.
nc Den Brer Postum got mighty ma
MI who's any cowerd 2 sezce.
ar you iz,' SEE Brer Coon, dats VIII
ne I amt soshatin wild dem wat Ii
ep down on de ground and plays de'
en- when dar's free fight gwine, seq
lily Den Brer Postum grin and lah
ri to kill hissef.
Lor, Brer Coon, you don't spet
done dat kase wuz feared, duz yo'
sezee. Why l want no more fear
dan you IL dis mint. What wuz d
fer ter be skeered un2' sezee.
knowed you'd git away wild Mr.. d
IN eff / didn't, en- l das lay dar watch
=. YOU shake him, waiting fer ter put
when de time come, sezee.
~. Brer Coon turn up his nose.
=, Oats mighty likely tale,' SCI
no when Mr.. Dog hadn't more'n to
,;s you TO- you keoled over, and lay
md stiff sezee.
a.. OATS des what wuz gwincter
II you bout says Brcr Postum, SCI
i want no more skeered DAN you
ros right now, and l wuz fixin' fer
r,or give Mr.. Dog sample of my j
:. sezee, but I'm the most ticklish c
of what you ever laid eyes on, en-
sooner did Mr.. Dog put his .
.,a down here 'mong my ribs dan
,oro ter latin, en- laft till | didn't h
400 no use of my limbs, ell it's a m.
.o1 unto Mr.. Dog dat / wuz tick
!, kase a little more en- I'd ct him
don't mine fighting, Brer Coon
. ~ more dan you duz, but | declar
grsshus of l can stand ticklin.
!. IL, me in row whar OAR amt no tic
, lowed, EN- I'm your man. sezee.
.on 'EelI down ter this day'-conti'
Uncle Remus, watching the sn
from his pipe curl upward over
little boys head--'down to dis
leve. Brer Possum's bound ter sire
when you tech him in de ribs, en-
laff eff he knows he's gwinete
''i""' smashed fer it,
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