The Worlds Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906. Vols. IV: American
Mr. Rabbit Grossly Deceives Mr. Fox
By Joel Chandler Harris (18481908)
From Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings
ONE evening, when the little boywhose nights with Uncle Remus were as entertaining as those Arabian ones of blessed memoryhad finished supper and hurried out to sit with his venerable patron, he found the old man in great glee. Indeed, Uncle Remus was talking and laughing to himself at such a rate that the little boy was afraid he had company. The truth is, Uncle Remus had heard the child coming, and, when the rosy-cheeked chap put his head in at the door, was engaged in a monologue, the burden of which seemed to be:
Bless gracious, honey, dat he didnt. Who? Him? You dunno nothin tall bout Brer Rabbit ef dats de way you puttin im down. Wat he gwine way fer? He moughter stayed sorter close twel de pitch rub offn his har, but twerent menny days fo he wuz lopin up en down de naberhood same ez ever, en I dunno ef he werent mo sassier dan befo.
Seem like dat de tale bout how he got mixt up wid de Tar-Baby got roun mongst de nabers. Leasways, Miss Meadows en de gals got win un it, en de nex time Brer Rabbit paid um a visit Miss Meadows tackled im bout it, en de gals sot up a monstus gigglement. Brer Rabbit he sot up des ez cool ez a cowcumber, he did, en let em run on.
Dont ax me, honey. She wuz in de tale, Miss Meadows en de gals wuz, en de tale I give you like hit wer gun ter me. Brer Rabbit he sot dar, he did, sorter lamlike, en den bimeby he cross his legs, he did, and wink his eye slow, en up and say, sezee:
Ladies, Brer Fox wuz my daddys ridin-hoss fer thirty year; maybe mo, but thirty year dat I knows un, sezee; en den he paid um his spects, en tip his beaver, en march off, he did, des ez stiff en ez stuck up ez a fire-stick.
Nex day Brer Fox cum a-callin, and wen he gun fer ter laugh bout Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows en de gals dey ups en tells im bout wat Brer Rabbit say. Den Brer Fox grit his tushes sho nuff, he did, en he look mighty dumpy, but wen he riz fer ter go he up en say, sezee:
En wen he got in de big road he shuck de dew offen his tail, en made a straight shoot fer Brer Rabbits house. Wen he got dar, Brer Rabbit wuz spectin un im, en de do wuz shet fas. Brer Fox knock. Nobody aint anser. Brer Fox knock. Nobody anser. Den he knock aginblam! blam! Den Brer Rabbit holler out mighty weak:
I come atter you, Brer Rabbit, sez Brer Fox, sezee. Dars gwineter be a party up at Miss Meadowss, sezee. All de gals ll be dere, en I promus dat Id fetch you. De gals, dey lowed dat hit wouldnt be no party ceppin I fotch you, sez Brer Fox, sezee.
Den Brer Rabbit say he wuz too sick, en Brer Fox say he wuzzent, en dar dey had it up and down, sputin en contendin. Brer Rabbit say he cant walk. Brer Fox say he tote im. Brer Rabbit say how? Brer Fox say in his arms. Brer Rabbit say he drap im. Brer Fox low he wont. Bimeby Brer Rabbit say he go ef Brer Fox tote im on his back. Brer Fox say he would. Brer Rabbit say he cant ride widout a saddle. Brer Fox say he git de saddle. Brer Rabbit say he cant set in saddle less he have bridle fer to hol by. Brer Fox say he git de bridle. Brer Rabbit say he cant ride widout bline bridle, kaze Brer Fox be shyin at stumps long de road, en fling im off. Brer Fox say he git bline bridle. Den Brer Rabbit say he go. Den Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit mos up ter Miss Meadowss, en den he could git down en walk de balance er de way. Brer Rabbit greed, en den Brer Fox lipt up out atter de saddle en de bridle.
Cose Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox wuz fixin fer ter play, en he termin fer ter outdo im, en by de time he koam his har en twis his mustarsh, en sorter rig up, yere come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle on, en lookin ez peart ez a circus pony. He trot up ter de do en stan dar pawin de ground en chompin de bit same like sho nuff hoss, en Brer Rabbit he mount, he did, en dey amble off. Brer Fox cant see behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel Brer Rabbit raise one er his foots.
All de time, bless grashus, honey, Brer Rabbit wer puttin on his spurrers, en wen dey got close to Miss Meadowss, whar Brer Rabbit wuz to git off, en Brer Fox made a motion fer ter stan still, Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers inter Brer Foxs flanks, en you better bleeve he got over groun. Wen dey got ter de house, Miss Meadows en all de gals wuz settin on de peazzer, en stidder stoppin at de gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by, he did, en den come gallopin down de road en up ter de hoss-rack, wich he hitch Brer Fox at, en den he santer inter de house, he did, en shake hans wid de gals, en set dar, smokin his seegyar same ez a town man. Bimeby he draw in a long puff, en den let hit out in a cloud, en squar hissef back en holler out, he did: