The Worlds Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906. Vols. IV: American
The Awful Fate of Mr. Wolf
By Joel Chandler Harris (18481908)
From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings
UNCLE REMUS was half-soling one of his shoes, and his Miss Sallys little boy had been handling his awls, his hammers, and his knives to such an extent that the old man was compelled to assume a threatening attitude; but peace reigned again, and the little boy perched himself on a chair, watching Uncle Remus driving in pegs.
Folks wats allers pesterin people, en bodderin longer dat wat aint dern, dont never come ter no good eend. Dar wuz Brer Wolf; stidder mindin un his own bizness, he hatter take en go in pardnerships wid Brer Fox, en dey want skacely a minnit in de day dat he want atter Brer Rabbit, en he kep on en kep on twel fus news you knowed he got kotch up widen he got kotch up monstus bad.
Better lemme tell dish yer my way. Bimeby hitll be yo bedtime, en Miss Sallyll be a-hollerin atter you, en youll be a-whimplin roun, en den Mars Johnll fetch up de rer wid dat ar strop wat I made fer im.
The child laughed, and playfully shook his fist in the simple, serious face of the venerable old darky, but said no more. Uncle Remus waited awhile to be sure there was to be no other demonstration, and then proceeded:
Brer Rabbit aint see no peace watsumever. He cant leave home cep Brer Wolf ud make a raid en tote off some er de fambly. Brer Rabbit bilt im a straw house, en hit wuz tored down; den he made a house outen pine-tops, en dat went de same way; den he made im a bark house, en dat wuz raided on, en evey time he los a house he los one er his chilluns. Las Brer Rabbit got mad, he did, en cust, en den he went off, he did, en got some kyarpinters, en dey bilt m a plank house wid rock foundashuns. Atter dat he could have some peace en quietness. He could go out en pass de time er day wid his nabers, en come back en set by de fier, en smoke his pipe, en read de newspapers same like enny man wat got a fambly. He made a hole, he did, in de cellar whar de little Rabbits could hide out wen dar wuz much uv a racket in de naberhood, en de latch er de front do kotch on de inside. Brer Wolf he see how de lan lay, he did, en he lay low. De little Rabbits was mighty skittish, but hit got so dat cole chills aint run up Brer Rabbits back no mo wen he heered Brer Wolf go gallopin by.
Bimeby, one day wen Brer Rabbit wuz fixin fer ter call on Miss Coon, he heered a monstus fussen clatter up de big road, en mos fo he could fix his years fer ter lissen, Brer Wolf run in de do. De little Rabbits dey went inter dere hole in de cellar, dey did, like blowin out a cannle. Brer Wolf wuz farly kiverd wid mud, en mighty nigh outer win.
Oh, do pray save me, Brer Rabbit! sez Brer Wolf, sezee. Do, please, Brer Rabbit! de dogs is atter me, en deyll tar me up. Dont you year um comin? Oh, do please save me, Brer Rabbit! Hide me somers whar de dogs wont git me.
In jump Brer Wolf, down come de lid, en inter de hasp went de hook, en dar Mr. Wolf wuz. Den Brer Rabbit went ter de lookin-glass, he did, en wink at hissef, en den he drawd de rockin-cheer in front er de fier, he did, en tuck a big chaw terbarker.
Rabbit terbarker, honey. You know dis yer life evlastin wat Miss Sally puts mong de cloze in de trunk; well, dats rabbit terbarker. Den Brer Rabbit sot dar long time, he did, turnin his mine over en wukken his thinkin masheen. Bimeby he got up, en sorter stir roun. Den Brer Wolf open up:
Den Brer Rabbit call in his nabers, he did, en dey hilt a reglar juberlee; en ef you go ter Brer Rabbits house right now, I dunno but wat youll fine Brer Wolfs hide hangin in de back-poch, en all bekaze he wuz so bizzy wid udder fokses doins.