The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1889-10-31
A NEW JUNGLE REMUS" STORY.

A NEW JUNGLE 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 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" the old
man went on; L done had de speunce
un it. l done got so now dat l don't
b'lieve wa | see, much less wat |
year. 1t got ter be whar kin put my
ham 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 W at
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, t amt no great long
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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 wuz mighty
high-up man in dem days, Brer Wolf
wuz, en- mos all de yuther creeturs
wuz feard un i'm. Wei, he wuz gwine
long lickin' his chops en- walkin' sorter
stiff-kneed. Wen he happen ter look
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 oreetur dis yer?
Brer Dog amt make dat track, en-
needer is Brer Fox. Hit s one er deze
yer kind er creeturs wat amt got no
claws | II des bout foller i'm UP,
en- eff ketch i'm he he II sholy be my
meat
dat de way Brer Wolf talk. He
followed long after de trace, 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-. 60 up a
dreen whar de rain done wash ont.
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- the 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 and look. De
creetur wuz mighty quare-lookin', en-
he wuz buttin' up some mighty quare
capers. He had big head, sharp nose,
Ell bob tail; en- he wuz walkin' roun' en-
roun' IA bic dog-wood tree, rubbin' his
sides ag'in it. Brer Wolf watch i'm a
right smart while, he act so quare, en-
den he low
"'Shoo! dat creetur done bin in a
fight en- los de bes' part er he tail; en-
" at make he scratch hissef dat away?
! lay | II let i'm know who he foolin'
long wild
After while, Brer Wolf went up
leetle higher de creetur, en- holler out:
'''Heyo dar! wat you doin scratchi''
yo' scaly hide on my tree, en- +-.,.n, for 60,
ter break hit downs' III iei
Int make no answer
ne uee walk 'roun' en- 'roun' de tree
scratchin' he sides en- back. Brer Wolf
holler out
II lay | IL make you year me eff l
halter come dar whar you isl
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 me, YOU
imperdent scoundul? Amt you gwine
ter mozey outer my woods en- let my
tree 'lone?'
''Wid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de
creetur DIES like he gwine ter sqush
i'm in the ground. De creetur rub
nissef 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
squirls do. Den Brer Wolf, he low, he
did:
"Ah-yi. you beggin, is you? But
t amt gwine ter do you no good. I
mout er let you off eff you ID a-minded
me wen | fus' holler after you, but l
amt gwine ter let you off now / m
a-gwine ter l'arn you lesson dat IL
stick by you
''Den de creetur sorter wrinkle up
he face en- mouf. en- Brer Wolf low:
"'Oh. you neen'ter swell up en- cry,
you 'ceitful vilyun. l m a-gwine ter
gi you frailin' dat boun' you won't
forgit.'
''Brer Wolf make like he gwine ter
hit de creetur. en- den-n
Here Uncle Remus paused and looked
all around the room and up at the raft
ers. When he begain again his voice
was very solemn.
We'll, sub, dat creetur des fotch
one swipe dis away, en- 'n'er swipe dat
away, en- mos fo' YOU can wink yo'
eye-balls Brer Wolf hide wuz mighty
nigh teetotally tord off n i'm. After
dat de creetur sa'ntereG off in de woods,
en- gun ter rub hissef on 'n'er tree"
What kind of creature was it,
Uncle Remus?n asked the little boy.
Well, honey" replied the old man
in a confidential whisper, ''hit want
nobody on de top-side er de yeth but
ole .Brer Wildcat. ."-Joet Chandler Hdr-
riS, tn 81. Nicholas.