Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1889-10-18
A New Uncle Remus Story.


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 chair-bottom. He was
an expert in the art of "bottoming
chairs, and he earned many a silver
quarter in this way. The little boy
seemed to be much interested in the
process.
''Hit's des like l tell you,n the old
man went on; Il done had de speunce
un it. | done got SO now dat | don't
b'lieve wat l see, much less wat l
year. | got ter be whar | kin put my
han on it en- tumble wild it. Folks
kin fool deyse'f lots wuss dan yuther
folks kin fool um, en- eff you don't
b'lieve what I'm a tellin' un you you
kin des ak Brer Wolf de mex time you
meet i'm in de big road"
What about Brother Wolf, Uncle
Remus?' the little boy asked as the
old man paused to refill his pipe.
well, honey, 'tain't no great long
rigamarole hits des one er deze yer
tales wat goes in gallop twel it gifts
ter de jumpin' off place.
lone time Brer Wolf wuz gwine
long de big road feelin' mighty proud
EN- high-strung. He wuz a mighty
high-up man in dem days, Brer Wolf
wuz, en- mos all de yuther creeters
wuz feared un i'm. Well, he wuz
gwine long lickin' his chops Ell walk
in sort stiff-kneed, wen he happen to
look down pom de groun' en- dar he
seed a track in de SAN. Brer Wolf
stop, he did, en- look at it, en- den he
low:
"Heyo! wat kind er creeter dish
yer? Brer Dog amt make dat track,
en- needer is Brer Fox. Hits one er
deze yer kind er creeturs wat amt got
no claws. I'll des bout foller I'm up,
en- eff | ketch i'm he'll sholy be my
meat
Dat de way Brer Wolf talk. He
followed long after de track, he did,
en- he look at it close, but he amt see
no print er no claw. Bimeby de track
tuck n tu'n out de road en- go up
dreen whar de rain done wash out.
De track wuz plain dar in de wet san,
but Brer Wolf amt see no sign er no
claws.
He foller en- foller, Brer Wolf did,
EN- de track git fresher en- fresher, but
still he amt see no print er no claw.
Bimeby he come in sight er de creetur,
en- Brer Wolf stop, he did, Ell look at
i'm. He stop stock still en- look. De
creetur wuz mighty quare lookin', en-
he wuz cuttin' up some mighty quare
capers. He had big head, sharp nose
EN- bob tail; EN- he wuz walkin' roun
Ell roun' big dog-wood tree, rubbin
his sides ag'in it. Brer Wolf watch
i'm right smart while, he act SO
quare, Ell den he low:
"'Shool dat creetur done bin in u
fight en- los de bes part er he tall, en-
w at make he scratch hissef dat awayY
lay I'll let i'm know who he foolin'
long wild
After while Brer Wolf went up a
leetle higher de creetur, en- holler out:
"'Heyo, dar! Wat you doin' scratch
in yo' scaly hide on my tree en- tryin'
fer ter break hitY
DE creetur amt make no answer.
He des walk 'roun' Ell 'roun' de tree
scratchin' he sides en- back. Brer
Wolf holler out:
II lay I'll make you year Inc if |
halter come dar whar you isr
DE creetur des walk 'roun' en- 'roun'
de tree, en- amt make no answer. Den
Brer Wolf hail i'm ag'in en- talk like
he mighty mad:
"'Ain't you gwine ter min Inc, you
imperdent scoundul! Amt you gwine
ter mozey outer my woods ell let my
tree lone
"Wid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de
creeter des like he gwine ter squ'sh
i'm in de groun'. De creetur rub his
self ag'in de tree en- look like he feel
mighty good. Brer Wolf keep on
gwine todes i'm, en- bimeby wen he
git sorter close de creetur tuck'n sot
up on his behime legs des like you see
sauir'ls do. Den Brer Wolf he low,
he did:
"'Ah-yil you beggin', is your But
'tain't gwine ter do you no good. L
mout er let you off ef you'd a-minded
me wen l fus' holler after you, but |
amt gwine ter let you of now. I'm
a-gwine ter rarn you lesson dat'll
stick by you
Den de creetur sorter wrinkle up
he face en- mouf, en- Brer Wolf low:
"'Oh, you nee'n'ter swell up en- cry,
you 'ceitful vilyun. I'm a-gwine ter
gil you frailin' dat boun' you won't
fergit.'
''Brer Wolf make like he gwine ter
hit de creetur, en- den"
Here Uncle Remus paused and
looked all around the room and up at
the rafters. When he began again his
voice was very solemn.
well, sub. dat creeter des fotch one