Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-10-19
THE CREATURE WITHOUT CLAWS.
"UncIe Remus" Loses Confidence in VIVA
He Sees and Hears.

"UncIe Remus" Loses Confidence in What
He Sees and Hears.
Gwen you git leetle bit older dan wat
you is, honey" said Uncle Remus to the
little boy, you'll know lots mo- dan you
do now"
The old man bad pile of white oak
splits by his side and these he was weav-
ing into a chair bottom. He was an ex.
pert in the art of "bottoming chairs" and
he earned many silver quarter in this
way. The little boy seemed to be much
interested in the process.
ssHit's des like 1 tell you," the old man
went on; 81 done had de speunce I'm it.
dun got SO now dat don't b'lieve wat
see, much less wat year. 1t 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 UNI, en- eff you
don't blieve wat Pm a-tellin' I'm you, you
kin DIES 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, t Amt no great long
rigamarole; hits DIES one er deze yer
tales wat goes in gallop twel it gifts ter
de jumpin' off place.
Zone 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, an mos all
de yuther creeturs wuz feard un i'm.
Well, he wuz gwine long hckin' his chops
en- walkin' sorter stiff-kneed, wen he hap
pen ter look down pom de groun' en- dar
he seed a track in de SAN. Brer Wolf
stop, he did, en- look at it. and den he
low:
"'Heyo Wat kim er creetur dish yer
Brer Dog amt make dat track, en- needer
is Brer Fox. Hits one er deze yer kind
err 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
s'Dat de way Brel Wolf talk. He fol-
lowed long after de track, he did, en- he
look at it close, but he amt see no print
er de claw. Bimeby de track tuck n tu'n
out no 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, en- look look at i'm. He stop
stock-still and look. De creetur wuz
mighty quare-lookin', en- he wuz cuttin' up
some might quare capers. He had big
head, sharp nose, en- bob tail en- he wuz
walkin' roun' en- roun' big lockwood tree,
rubin his sides ag'in it. Brer Wolf
watch i'm right smart while, he act so
quare, and den he low:
"'Shoo dat creetur done bin in fight
en- los de bes part er he tail; en- wat make
he scratch hisse'f dat away? l lay IL let
i'm know who he foolin' long wid.'
"Atter while, Brer Wolf went up a
leetle higher de creetur, en- holler out:
Heyo, darl wat you doin' scratchin'
yo' scaly hide on my tree, en- tryin' fer ter
break hit down.
"Dee creetur amt make no answer. He
DIES walk roun' en- roun' de tree scratehin
he sides en- back. Brer Wolf holler out !:
II lay II make you year me eff | halter
come der whar you is
"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 i'm
perdent scoundul? Amt you gwine ter
mozey outer my woods en- let my tree
'loneY
avid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de
creetur des like he gwine ter sqush i'm in
de groun'. De creetur rub hlsse'f 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
squir'ls do. Den Brer Wolf, he low, he
did:
a'Ah-yil you Begin, is your But It
amt gwine ter do you no good. l mout
er let YOU off eff you'd a-minded me wen /
fus boiler after, but amt gwine ter let
YOU off now. I'm a-gwine ter Farm you a
lesson dat'll stick by you
'sDen de creetur sorter wrinkle up he
face en- mouf, en- Brer Wolf low:
"sOh, YOU nee'n'ter swell up en- cry, you
'ceitful vilyun. Pm a-gwine ter gil you a
fralin' dat l boun' you wont forgit.'
''Brer Wolf make like he gwine ter hit
de creeter, 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.
aWell, 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 VOLTS hide wuz mighty nigh teeto-
tally tor'd often i'm. After dat de creeter
sa'ntered off in de woods, and gun ter rub
hisse'f on 'n'er tree"
"What kind of creature was it, Uncle
Remus ?" asked the little boy.
"Well, honey" replied the old man in
whisper, " hit want nobody
on de top side er de yeth but ole Brer
Wildcat."-Joet Chandler Harris, in 81.
Nicholas.