The Portland daily press., 1880-03-05
Uncle Remus's Folklore.
Innocence Falls Victim to Circum-
stances.
ATLANTA fGaO Constitutional

ode anemules en- de beastesses,, said Uncle
Remus, shaking his coffee around in the bot.
tom Of his tin cup, in order to gather up all
the sugar, 'dey KEEP on gittin' mo- en- mo- ia
milious wild wunner nudder twel bimeby,
twant long TO Brer Rabbit en- Brer Fox, en-
Brer Possum got ter sorter bunchin' der per-
visions tergedder in de same house. After a
while the roof sorter gun ter leak, en- one day
Brer Rabbit en- Brer Fox, en- Brer Possum
'semble fur ter see if dey couldn't kinder patch
her up Dey had a big days wuk in front un
um, en- dey fotch der dinner wild um. Dey
Jumped de vittles up in one pile, On de butter
wat Brer Fox brung dey goes en- puts in de
spring-'ouse fer ter keep cool, en- den dey wen
ter wuk, ell 'twant long TO Brer Rabbits
stummuck gun ter sorter::growl an poster i'm.
Dat butter er Brer Fox's sot heavy ON his mine
Ell his mouf water every time he member
bout it. Presently he say ter hisse'f dat he
bleedzd ter have nip at dat butter, en den
he lay his plans, he did Fus news you know
vile dey wuz all wukkin' long, Brer Rabbit
raise his head quick en- fling his ears forred en-
holler out:
Here is Wat you want wild me?" en- off
he put like sump'n wuz after i'm.
He sailed 'roun, ole Brer Rabbit did, EN-
after he made sho dat nobody amt follern i'm
inter de spring 'ouse he bounces, en- dar he
stays twel he git bait er butter. Den he san
ter back en- go ter wuk.
'Whar you bin?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
I hear my ehilluns callin me- sez Brer
Rabbit seZee. zen l halter go see wat dey
want. My ole oman done gone en- TUX mighty
sick, seZee.
Dey wuk ON twel bimcby de butter tas'e so
good dat ole Brer Rabbit want some mo- Den
he raise up his head, he did, en- holler out:
'Heyo! Wait! I'm comin',' en- off he put.
Dis time he stay right smart while, en- W zen
he git back Brer Fox ask him whar he bin.
Il bin to see my ole oman, en- she's sinkin','
sezee.
Directly Brer Rabbit hear um callin' i'm
ag'in en- II he goes, EN- dis time, bless yo soul,
he gifts de butter out so clean dat he kin see
hisse'f in de bottom er dat bucket. He scrape
it clean en- lick it dry, en- den he go back ter
wuk lookin mo- samer dan nigger wat de
patter rollers bin had holt un
'How's ye' ole oman dis timer sez Brer Fox
sezee.
I'm obliie ter you, Brer Fox sez Brer Rab-
bit sezee, but I'm fear'd she's done gone by
now,' en- dat sorter make Brer Fox en- Brer
Possum feel in moanin' wild Brer Rabbit.
'Bimeby, wen dinner time come, dey all git
out der vittles, but Brer Rabbit keep On look
in lonesome en- Brer Fox en- Brer Possum dey
sorter rustic roun' fer ter see eff dey can't make
Brer Rabbit feel sorter spimmy."
"What is that, Uncle Remus?" asked he
little boy.
"Sorter splammy, honey-sorter like he's in
a crowd-sorter like his old oman amt dead
ez she mout be- You know how foxes duZ
wen dey gifts whar peoples moanin'."
The little boy didn't know, fortunately for
him. and Uncle Remus went on:
"Brer Fox en- Brer Possum rustic roun', dey
did, gittin' out de vittles, en- bimeby Brer Fox
say, seZee:
'Brer Possum. you run down ter de spring
en- fetch de butter en- I'll sail 'roun' yer en- set
de table, seZee.
Brer Possum he lope off after de butter. en-
dreckly here he come lopin' back wild his years
tremblin' en- his tongue hangin' out. Brer
Fox he holler out:
wat de matter now, Brer Possum? sezee.
You all better run, yer fokes,' sed Brer Pos
sum, sezee. DE las drap er dat butter done
gone.'
'Whar she gomez sez Brer Fox, sezee
I Look like she dried up sed Brer Possum,
seZee.
Den Brer Rabbit, he look sorter wise, he did,
en- he up en- say, sezee:
Il speck dat butter melt in somebody's
mOuf,' SeZeo.
Possum, en- sho huff de butter wuz gone Vile
dey wuz sputin' over der wunderment, Brer
Rabbit say he see tracks all roun dar, EN- he
pint out dat eff dey'll all go ter sleep, he kin
ketch de chap wat stole de butter. Den dey
sann t ne drans s s ans s
stay wake, en- W EN- de time come, he raise up
easy en- smear Brer Possum'S mouf wild de but
ter on his paws, en- den he run off en- nibble up
de bes' er de dinner wat dey left layin' out, en-
den he come back en- wake up Brer Fox, en-
show i'm de butter ON Brer Possum's mOuf.
Den dey wake Brer Possum up, en- tell i'm
bout it, but co'se Brer Possum my it ter de
las. Brer Fox, dough, he's kinder lawyer
en- he argafy dis way--dat Brer Possum wuz
de fus one at de butter, and de fus one fer
ter miss it, en- mon dat dar hung de
signs on his mouf. Brer Possum see
dat dey got i'm jammed up in corner, en- den
he put up en- say dat de way fer ter ketch de
man w at stole de butter is ter bill big bre sh
heap en- set her affer en- all hands try ter jump
over, en- de one wat fall in den he de chap
rat stole de butter. Brer Rabbit en- Brer Fox
dey bofe gree, dey did, en- dey whirl in en- bill
de bresh-heap, en- dey bill her high en- dey
she got ter blazin' up good, Brer Rabbit, he
| tuck de fus' turn. He sorter step back, look
| 'roun' en- gigge, en- over he went mo- samer
| den bird flynn. Den come Brer Fox. He
got back little fudder, en- spit on his hans. en-
| den lit out en- made de jump, en- he come so
| nigh gttin' in dat de cen er his tail kotch
| after. Amt you never see no fox, honey" in
| quired Uncle Remus in a tone tGat implied
| both conciliation and information.
The little boy thought probably he had, but
| he wouldn't commit himself.
| "Well, den," continued the old man, "nex'
| time you see one un um, you look right close
! en- see eff de cen er his tail amt white. Hits
| des like tells you Dey bars de skyar er dat
| bresh-heap down ter dis day. Dey er marked
| dat's wat dey is-dey er Marked
'And what about Brother Possum?" asked
the boy.
sole Brer Possum, he tuck a runnin' start,
| he did, en- he come lumberin' long, en- he lit
ker-blam!-right in de middle er de fer, en- dat
wuz de las er ole Brer Possum.''
| "But, Uncle Remus, Brother Possum didn't
steal the butter after all' said the little boy,
who was not at all satisfied with such summa-
| ry injustice.
| "Dat W at make say W at duz, honey. In
dis worrul lots er folks is gotter suffer fer I'D
| der foxes SINS Look like hits mighty on
wrong; but hits des dat way. Tribbalashun
seem like she's waitin' roun' de conder fer
| ter ketch one en- all on us, honey