The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1889-10-11
miscellaneous.
A New Uncle Remus" Story.

'"W'en you git leetle bit older dan wat
you is, honey" said Uncle Remus to the little
boy, you'll know lots mo- dan you does
now"
The old man had pile of white oak splits
by his side and these he WAS weaving into a
Char-bottom. He was an expert in the art
of "bottomiug chairs" and he earned many
a silver quarter in this way The little boy
seemed to be much interested in the process.
Hits des like tell you" the old man
went on ~ done had de speunce un it. done
got so now that don't believe wat / see,
much less w'alI year. 1t got to be whar
kin put my han on it en- tumble wild it,
Folks kin fool deysef lots wuss dan yuther
folks kin fool UNI, en- efyou don't blieye W ut
! IN s-telln' un you, you kin des ak Brer
Wolf de mex time you meet i'm in de big
road"
"What about Brother Wolf Uncle Re.
mus ?" the little boy asked, as the old man
paused to refill his pipe.
"Well, honey, 7 amt no great long rigama
role; hits DIES one er deze yer tales wat goes
in gallop twel it gifts ter de jumpin' off place.
"One time Brer Wolf wuz gwine long de
big road feelin' mighty proud en- high strung.
He WIZ mighty high-up man in dem days,
Brer Wolf wuz, en- mos all de yuther cree.
lures wuz feard un i'm. Well he was gwine
long lickin' his chops EN- walkiu' sorter stiff
kneed. wen dar he seed a track in de san -
Brer Wolf stop, he did, en- look at 1t, EN- den
he low:
"Heyo wat kind er creetur dish yer p
Brer Dog amt make dat track, en- needer ia
Brer Fox. Hits one er deze yer kind er crea-
turs wat amt got no claws. III DIES bout
ioler i'm up, EN- eff l ketch i'm he'll sholy be
my meat
"Dat de way Brer Wolftalk. He followed
long after de track, he did, en- he looked at
it close, but he amt see no print er no claw
Bimeby de track tuck n tu'n out de road en-
go upa dreen whar de rain done wash out
De track was plain dar in de wet san, but
Brer Wolf amt see no sign er no claws.
"IIe follow and follow, Brer Wolf did en-
de track git fresher en- iresher, but still he
amt see no print err no claw. Bmeby he
come in sight er de crcelur, en- Brer VOL
stop, he did, en- look at EN-. He stop stock
still and look. De creetur wuz mighty
quare-OOkin', en- he wuZ cutlin' up some
mighty quare capers. He had big head, SHARP
nose, en- bob tail en- he wuz walkin' arOun
big lockwood tree, rubin his sides agr
/ it. Brer Wolf watched i'm right smar
while, he act so quare, en- den he low
"'Shoo dat creetur done bin fightin' en-
los de bes' part er he tail EN- wat make he
scratch hssc't dat way lay let i'm know
who he toolin long wild
After awhile, Brer Wolf went up leetlt
higher de creetur, en- boiler out:
60 Heyo, dar wat you dom scratchin' yo
scaly hide on my tee, en- tryin' ter break i
down ?"
de creetur amt make no answer. He de-
walk 'roun' de tree scratchin' he sides en-
back. Brer Wolf holler out:
! ly,,, Int
dar whar you is!
"De creetur DIES walk 'roun en- 'roun d,
tree en- amt make no answer. Den Brel
! Wolf hail i'm ag'in, en- talk like he mighty
mad;
"'Ain't you gwiue ter min me, you i'm
perdent scoundu? Amt you gwne tel
mozey outer my woods en- let my tree lone
"Wid dat, Brcr Wolf march todes de cree
tur des like he gwine Ter squ'sh i'm in d.
groun'. De creetur rub hisse'I agin de tire,
en- look like he feel mighty good. Brer VOL
keep on gwine todes i'm, ell bimeby wen hi
get sorer close de creetur tuck n sot up or
his behime legs DIES like you see squirls do
Den Brer Wolf, he low, he did
"'Ah-yi you Begin, is your But 1t ain
| gwine ter do you no good. mout er let you
off ef you'd a.minded me wen ] fus' holle
after you, but amt gwine ter let you of
now. l IN a-gwne ter Farm you lessor
dat u stick by you.
"Dcn lie Creelur sorter wrinkle up he face
en- mouf, TN Brer Wolf low:
son. you nee'n'ter swell up en- cry, yor
'ceitiul vilyun m agwine ter 81 you
frailin' dat boun' you won't forgt.
"Brer Wolf make like he gwine Ter hit d,
creetur, en- den"
Here Uncle Remus paused and looked al
around the room and up at the rafters-
When he began again his voice was very
solemn.
well, sub, dat creetur DIES foch on,
swipe dis way, EN- 'n'er swipe dat away. Ell
mos TO you can wink yo' eye-bals, Bre
Wolf hide wuz mighty nigh telotally tor
off i'm. After dat de creetur sa'ntered off il
de woods, ell gun ter rub hisscf on ne
tree"
"What kind of creature was it, Uncl
Remns?" asked the little boy.
"Well, honey" replied the old man in
confidential whisper. hit want nobody on d
top-side er de yeth but old Brer Wildcat
st. Nicholas for October.