St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-04-29
UNCLE REhiUS LIFE.
He Tells of the Adventures of the
Welsh Rabbit and the Golden
T3nnk

Welsh Rabbit and the Golden
Buck.
New York World.
Miss Salby's little boy came out of the
big stone stable holding his hands be-
hind him and hiding something there.
The cid negro. Uncle Remus, looked up
from the fur cape he had been trying on
before the looking glass in the big
coachman's room on the second floor
and said:
"What you hold your hands behind
you that way for? Don't you know they
can see YOU from the house? Let's see
what you got?''
The soft, innocent eyes of the lad
looked solemnly at the old negro for
moment, then the lid of the left eye was
slowly closed, reopeued with snap,
and so. the wink safely accomplished,
the boy was ready for the business of
the morning. He brought his hidden
hands TO sig hit. and. 10! one of them
graSped firmly 10y the neck bottle OF
ale, labeled Bass. and in the other he
held two cigars, Perfecto size.
The transfer OF this perishable prop
erty from the hands of the boy to the
hands OF the coachmau was effected
with due gravity and decorum, and,
drawing himself up. the little fellow
said: Now, tell about the Welsh Rab-
bit and all the troubles ne had with the
other beasts"
lone of these days, long time ago."
began the Old negro, the Welsh Rabbit
was going down the big road, shaking
his long, yellow name and galloping
fast as he could go. He was bound for
the next county, called Worcestershire,
and was carrying bottle to bring back
sauce for his wife and children. They
were all out of sauce, and couldn't ell
Joy their vittles without, SO old man
Welsh Rabbit set out on this journey.
I'm those days the country round
about Worcestershire was all one big,
fiat prairie. For miles and miles there
was nothing but land, fiat as one of
these pancakes you eat i'll the morn ing
without a tree or a stone or a stick or
anything. 1t was as if some giant
buckra man had shaved it with great
big razor. Far as you could see it was
all bare and deserted.
1.-The Welsh Rabbit was gallumphing
along, smiling to himself and taking
| drink of ale now and then out of him
| self, when"-
"How could he take drink of ale
| out of himseif?'' interrupted the little
boy, with eager curiosity.
''Shucks, child! Don't your ma read
history to you? Didn't she read to you
| about the camel who, in crossing the
| big deserts, carries water inside himself
| in kind of cistern that they call sec
ond stomach? Well, that's the way with
the Welsh Rabbit. He always carries
ale with him, Just like the camel carries
| water"
The little boy nodded in wide.eyed
approval of so commendable a course,
| and Uncle Remus went on with the
| tale.
LAS was saying, the Welsh Rabbit
was a-Streaking and a-whiffling across
this lonesome prairie, and had got
nearly in the middle of it, when all at
once out jumps the Golden Buck right
in front of him. his horns ASSUMING in
the sunlight like pure gold, and him
| a-bellowing and paving up the ground
and making for the poor, scared Welsh
Rabbit"
but" interrupted the boy. ''if the
prairie was all flat and there was no
| place to hide, where did the Golden
Buck come from?'
Uncle Remus was hurt, and showed
it plainly. Shaking his long forefinger
at the boy, he said impressively: ut is
not for you nor for me to know where he
came from. lie is there in the story,
and that is all anybody knows about.
He just come; that's ALL"
The little boy nodded sagely, and the
story teller went on: "There were out
on this here prairie the fierce Golden
Buck and his natural enemy, the Welsh
Rabbit. The Rabbit started to run,
! but he was no match for the Buck. On