Daily Republican., 1889-09-27
a NEW "UNcLE REMUs" STORY.
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.

"W'en you git q leetle BIT older dan
wat you 10, honey" said Uncle Ken,us
to the little boy, 'you'n know lots mo-
dan you does now"
The old man had pile of white oak
splits by his side, and these he was weay-
Ing into chair bottom. He was an expert
In the art OF "bottoming chairs," and he
earned many q silver quarter in this way.
The little boy seemed to be much inter.
ested in the process.
Hits des like l tell you," the old
man went on; ~ done had de speuuce nm
1t, done got so now dat don't b'lieye
wat see, mucn less wat l year. It got
ter be whsr kin put my han on It en-
tumble wild 1t. Folks kin fool deyse'f
lots wuss dan yuther folks kin fool um;
en- IL you don't b'lieve wat Pm teilip'
un you, you kin des ak Brsr 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
rieamarole; hits des one er dexe yer tales
wat goes 10 gallop twel it gits ter de
jumpin' cd place.
''0ne time Brer Wolf wuz guine 'long
de big road, fesiin' mighty proud and
hiehotrung. He wuz q mighty higb-up
man In dem days. Brer Wolf wuz, ZEN
mos all de yuther creaiurs wuz feared
un i'm. Well, he wuz gwlno long Rex.
In his chop en- walkin' sorter stifi-knsed.
wen he happen ter look dorm 'pon de
groun' and dar he seed track 10 dc
SAN. Brer Wolf stop, he did, en- den be
low:
'Heyol wat kind er crestcr dish yerl
pRar nnn. sl,,lA A. a..
is Brer Fox. Hits one er deze yer kind
er creeturs wat amt got no claws. IN
des bout foller I'M up, en-, II | ketch 'iap.
he'll sholy be my meat
dat de way Brer Wolf talk. He fol
lowed 'lonR after lie track, he did, en- he
look at 1t close, but lie amt sec no pript
er no claw. Bineby de track tuk'n tu'n
out de road Gu 90 up dr. en- whar dc rain
dun wash out De track wuz plain dar
in de wet san, but Brsr Wolf ain see no
tign er no claws.
'He foller Ell foller, Brer Wolf did, en-
de track get ffsshsr en- fresher, but still
be amt see NO print er no CLAW. Blmeby
he come IN sight er de creetur, en- Brer
Wolf sop-pe did, an look at I'm. lie
stop stock still an look. Dc creetnr wuz
mis hty quArs-lookin', en- he wuz cuttin'
up some mighty quare capers. He had
big head, sharp nose, en- bob tail; en- he
wuZ walkin' roun' en- roun' biz dog
wood tree, rubbin' his sides ag'in II. Brer
Wolf watch Pin In right smart while
he act 40 quare--en den he low:
" Shoo, dat creetur dun bin In q fight
en- los dc bes' part er he tail; Gu wat
make lie scratch hisse'f dat way. lay
IN let lin know who he fo5liu' long
wid.'
"Atter while, Brer Wolf went up q
leeile higher de creetur en- boiler out:
"'Heyo. dari wat You doin' scrs chin
yo' scaly hide on my tree Gu tryin' fer ter
break hit DOWN.
"De creetur amt make no answer.
He des walk 'roun' en- 'roun' de tree,
be sides Gu hack. Brer Wolf
holler out:
"T'll lay III make you hear me ef
natter come dar whar you isp
DE creetur des walk 'roun' en- 'roun'
le tre Gu amt make no answer Den
Brer Wolf hail lin gin, en- talk like he
mighty mad:
'Aiu't you gwine ter min me, you
Imperdeat scoundell Ain't you gwine
Ter mozeJ outer my woods en- let my tree
'loneP
"Wid dat Brer Wolf march todes de
creetur, des like ho gwine ter equ'sh i'm
in de gronn'. De cIeetur ruD hiese'f
ag'In de tree On look like he feel mighty
good. Brer Wolf keep on gwine todes
'im; en- bimeby wen he git sorter close
do creetur tuk'n sot up on his behime
legs, des like you see squir'ls do. Den
Brer Vol be low, he did:
Ah-yi! you beggin', is you? But
faint gwine to do you no good. mout
er let you off Of you'd a-minded me
wen / fus' holler alter you, but
amt Rwiue ter let you of now. I'm
a-gwine ter l'arn you lesson dst'll stick
by you.'
face en- mouf, en- Brer Wolf low:
"'Oh, you nee'n'ter swell up en- cry,
you 'ceitful vilyun. I'm a-gwine ter gi'
you frsilin' dat l boun' you won't
"Brer Wolf make like he gwins ter hit
de creetur, en- den"
Here Uncle Remus paused and looked
all around the room and up at the rsiters.
When be began again his voice was very
solemn.
well, shuh,, dat creetur des iotch one
swipe dis way, en- 'n'er swipe dat way; en-
mos TO you can wink yo' eyeballs, Brer
Wolf hide wuz mighty nigh teetotally
tor'd ofi'n Tim. After dat de creetur
sA'n,ered OIL in de woods, en- gun ter rub
hitself on 'n'er trees."
"What kind OF q creature was II, Uncle
asked the little boy.
"Well, honey" replied the old man.
In q confidential whisper, 'hit want
nobody on de top side er de yeth but ole
Bter Wildcat"
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Shiloh,s fatnrrh tt.,nady.