The Portland daily press., 1880-05-14
[Atlanta (Ga) constitutional
Uncle Remus' Folk Lore.
The Bsar Catches the Bull Frog.

"Well, Uncle Remus' said the little boy,
counting to see if he hadn't lost marble some
where, ''the Bear didn't catch the Rabbit after
all, did hep
"Now you talkin,' honey" replied the old
man, his earnest face breaking up into little
eddies of smiles; "now you talkin', sho 'Tain't
bin proned inter no Brer 3 ar for to kotch Brer
Rabbit. Hit sorter like settin mule fer ter
trap hummin' bird. But Brer Bar, he tuck'n
got hissl'f inter some mo- trouble, witch it look
like it mighty easy. Eff folks could make der
livin' longer gittin' inter trubble," continued
the old man, looking curiously at the little
boy, "ole Miss Favers wouldn't be bodder'n yo'
ma for ter borry cup full er sugar eve'y now
en- den; en- it look like ter me dat knows
niger dat wouldn be squattin' roun' yer
maxim desc yer fish baskits."
''How did the Bear get into more trouble,
Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Natchul, honey. Brer Bar, he tuck no.
ton dat ole Brer Bull Frog wuz de man wat
fool i'm, en- he say dat he'd come up wild i'm ef
'twuz year atterwuds. But 'twan't no year.
an 'twan't no mont, en- mon dat, hit want
skasely week, wen bimeby one day Brer B AR
wuz gwine home FUN do takin' un bee tree,
en- 10 en- beholes, who should he see but ole
Brer Bull Frog settin' out on de aidge or de
mud-puddle fas' sleep. Brer Bar drap his
axe, he did, en- crope up, en- reich out wild his
paw, en- scoop ole Brer Bull Frog in des dis
way" Here the old man used his hand ladle-
fashion by way of illustration. "He scoop i'm
in, en- dar he wuZ. Wen Brer Bar got his
clampers on i'm good, he set down en- talk at
i'm.
'Howdy, Brer Bull Frog, howdyl En- how
fa,, III
kaze dis day you got some bizness wild me
w'at'll las you mighty long time.'
Brer Bull Frog, he dunner wat ter say. He
dunner W 'ats up en- he don't say nuthin' Ole
Bar he keep runnin' on.
Youer the man wat tuck en- fool me bout
Brer Rabbit ter day. You had yo' fun, Brer
Bull Frog, en- now I'll git mine.'
Den Brer Bull Frog, he gin to get skeerd, he
did, en- he up'n say:
Wat 1 bin doin' Brer Bar? How bin
foolin' you?'
Den Brer Bar laff en- make like he dunno
but he keep on talkin'.
oh no, Brer Bull Frogl You amt de man
wat stick yo' head up out'n de water en- tell
me Brer Rabbit done gone on by. Oh, no! you
amt de man. L boun' you amt. Bout dat
time, you wuz at home wild yo family whar
you allars is. / dunner whar you wuz, butt
know whar you is, Brer Bull Frog, en- hits you
en- me fer it. After de sun goes down dis day
you don't fool no mo- folks gwine long dis
road
Co'se Brer Bull Frog dunno wat Brer Bar
drivin' at, but he know sump'in halter be DONE
en- dat mighty soon, kaze Brer Bar gun ter
snap his jaws tergedder en- foam at de mouf,
en- Brer Bull Frog holler out:
ooh, pray, Brer Bar, lemme off dis time, en-
won't never do so no mo-. Oh, pray, Brer
Bar, do lemme off dis time, en- I'll show you
de fattest bee-tree in de woods
Brer Bar, he chomp his tooies en- foam at
de mouf Brer Bull Frog, he des up'n squall:
ooh Rrar Par II won't do
mo-. Oh, pray, Brer Bar, lemme off dis time!
But ole Brer Bar say he gwineter make way
wild i'm, en- den he sot en- study, ole Brer Bar
did, how he gwineter squehch Brer Bull Frog.
He know he can't drown i'm, en- he amt got
no fer fer ter bun i'm, en- he git mighty pes
tered. Bimeby Brer Bull Frog he sorter stop
his cryin' en- his boo-hooin', en- he up'n say:
'Ef you gwineter kill me, Brer Bar, kyar me
ter dat big flat rock out dar on de aidge er de
millpon', whar / kin see my family, en- arter
L see um, den you kin take yo' AK en- sqush
me-
Dis look so far en- squar dat Brer Bar, he
gree, en- he take ole Brer Bull Frog by wun-
ner his behime legs, en- sling his axe on his
shoulders en- off he put fer de big flat rock
Wen he git dar he lay Brer Bull Frog down
on de rock, en- Brer Bull Frog make like he
lookin' roun' fer his foxes. Den Brer Bar, he
draw long breff, en- pick up his axe. Den he
spit on his hams en- draw back en- come down
on de rock-pow"
"Did he kill the Frog, Uncle Remus?''
asked the little boy, as the old man paused to
scoop up handful of glowing embers in his
pipe.
Deed, en- he didn't, honey. Twix' de time
wen Brer Bar raise up wild his axe en- wen
he come down wild it, ole Brer Bull Frog, he
lipt up en- dove down inter de mill-pon', ker-
blink-kerblunk! En- wen he riz way out in de
pom, he riz singin', en- dis yer's de song wat
he sing:
Inglegojang, my joy, my Joy
lngegojang, my joyl
I'm right at home, my joy, my JOY
Ingegojang, my joy!'
''Tbat's mighty funny song" said the little
boy.
Funny now, 1 speck," said the old man,
"but twernt funny in dem days, en- twouldn't
be funny now ef foxes knowed ez much bout
de Bull Frog language ez dey useter. OATS
x.r,o