The Russellville Democrat., 1892-08-11
Copyright, 1892. by the AuthOr.l

oak splits together a long time,
 waiting for story. Finally ban l tam rooster, wandering near, crowed | shrilly three or four times. The
 noise broke the silence so unex- pectedly that Uncle Remus jumped
 nervously and then hurled the un- l finished basket at the rooster, which ran away screaming and cackling. The rooster belonged to the lite
 boy, and was a favorite pet, but the
 youngster laughed heartily at Uncle l Renus's irritation, wLich was partly
 real and partly affected. "Num-
 mine '" exclaimed the old man, re- i covering his basket, 'what fattens
 de chickens fatten de hawk. s'Now, Uncle Remus," the little ! boy protested, not catching the meaning ot the homely proverb,
 ssyou know hawks don't eat corn and dough and worms and bugs. "
 s'No, dey don't ' responded the old man emphatically. Eff dey did dat ar bantam chicken thought live ter git gray. Mos eve'y mornin
 der's a big hawk sailin' roun' here, en hen sholy git dar ar uppity little rooster. You better have i'm put in de pot now. I been noticin' deze many odd-eome-shut's dat hawks got spite at roosters, espeshually when dey ain | too big fer 'em ter tote of. Dey WIZ a time when de hawks ain i had no mouf fer chickens, but dat time don gon' by.
 Didn't hawks always catch chick ems, Uncle Remusf" the little boy asked.
 "Sholly I done tell you bout dat, the old man remarked, looking at the child with great affectation of astonishment. "Now, den, rack yo' brain, en tell me ef I ain't done toP you how come de hawk fer ter be constant ahuntin' chickens ep fyin' of wid um"
 The little boy thought the matter over, and then shook his head. He didn't know whether to make a wig orous denial or to say nothing, so he compromised by shaking his head.
 "Welll" !" exclaimed Uncle Remus, lief dat don't bang my time, Joe's dead en Sal's a widder You'll wake up some CT deze fine mornin's en hear you mammy laugh en say she's got almighty big load offun her min kaze dey don sent ol' man Remus ter de 'sylum. En I ain't never been tell you dat Hits about de fus tale I hear my granddady tell. I mos shame ter go back en pick 1t up now.
 The little boy said nothing, but sat in an expectant attitude. The old man gathered together a dozen or more sph.s, placed them where they would be in reach, and then be- gan;
 "Taint no use ter tell you nothin' t all bout how hawks does now. Dey CT done broke in ter ketchin' chickens, de gas hawk, de swamp hawk en de blue-darter, de forky tail en de fan tail-aIl un um. But way back wonder dey ain't knox nothin' bout no chicken, kase dey ain't had de tas'e CT none. l dun ner what dey did eat, but I hear tell dat times got 90 hard wid oP Brer Hawk dat he had ter scufie 'roun right smartually. Yet it seem like scuffiin ain't do no good. He fly dis way en he fly dat, yet he ain't fin nothin' ter eat, en it look like hit uz gwine ter be all night I som wid i'm. Whiles he wuz fyin' 'roun' he seed der sun shinin' up dat in de elements, so he bowed his head en say Howdy, en den de sun, he howdied back, he did, en dey l struck up kinder speakin' quaint ance.
 "Bimeby, Brer Hawk made so bol ez ter tell the sun bout de { trouble wat he got, en so de sun, he l up'n n low, he did, dat if Brer Hawk ! kin ketch i'm in bed, he'll gi' i'm all ! de vittles he ken eat en show i'm 1 whar ter get mo {"
 "Cateh the sun in bed, Uncle | Remusi" asked the little boy.
 ''Dat what l sed, honey. Elf Brer 1 Hawk kin ketch de sun in bed, den l de sun say he willin' for ter show 1 Brer Hawk wher ter git his vittles l Dis make mo trouble for Brer l Hawk. He got up sooner en sooner ! eve'y mornin', but eve'y time he lay | his eyes on de sun, he wuz up en shinin' Den he sot up all night, 1 but dat ain't make no diffunce He 1 can't ketch de sun in bed. Hit went l on dis way twel Brer Hawk kin ] skacely ruffie CT fedder He got dat poor en light dat he cant fly agin de 1 win nohow, en den he dis natally 1 gun out.
 "Hs 'uz hoppin' bout in de top 1 uv a great big pine when he hear Brer Rooster callin' i'm. He tuck 1 a notion dat Bres Rooster wuz des 1 maxim game un i'm, so he holler | back, sezee
 Don't bodder long CT me, Brer Rooster Scratch up yo little ! grub woims en caekle over um, en { eat um, but poster long CT me.
 "Brer Rooster holler back, sezee 1 What de matter wid voui How f