قراءة كتاب Uncle Remus and Brer Rabbit
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convention
Fer ter stop Brer Rabbit’s pranks.
Ter de man what kin tol Brer Rabbit off, suh;
Brer Buzzard say, “I’m a-gittin’ ol’, suh,
But I’ll try my han,” an’ den he cough, suh.
An’ de rest un um bowed dere thanks.
So he stand up an’ move a motion;
He up an’ ’low, “Le’s erso’v right here, suh,
Fer ter thank Brer Buzzard whiles we’re in de notion,
An’ not put it off ter some yuther day.”
’Sputin’ ’bout what dey oughter do,
Some wanter gi’ ’im a flower crown, suh,
Ef he rid Brer Rabbit up dar in de blue,
An’ drap ’im when he got half-way.
Ter ax ’im ter call an’ ’ten’ de convention;
But ol’ frien’ Wobble-nose had a quare habit
Er knowin’ a thing befo’ it wuz mention’,
An he come ’fo’ he got de word.
“Here sho is de man I wants ter see, suh!
Brer Buzzard I’m tryin’ ter l’arn how ter fly!”
An’ c’ose Brer Buzzard gi’ his agree, suh,
An’ all un um say he’s a ’commydatin’ bird!
He try ter look young, but he wuz ol’ suh—
He try ter strut an’ walk wid a swing, suh;
He wuz dreamin’ ’bout dat pot er gol’, suh,
An’ what he wuz gwine fer ter buy.
’Fo’ Brer Rabbit lit right ’tween his floppers,
Wid, “Now, hump yo’se’f, an’ gi’ me a ride, suh,
Ef you don’t I’ll hit—I’ll hit you some whoppers
When I git you up dar in de sky!”
An’ made a big fuss accordin’ ter der natur’;
Ez fer ol’ Brer Rabbit, de pleasure wuz all his, suh
De ridin’ wuz easy ez eatin’ tater
When it’s b’iled an’ made inter pie!
An’, when Brer Buzzard try fer ter drap ’im.
He’d scratch an’ tickle ’im wid his claw, suh;
An’ when Brer Buzzard try fer ter flap ’im,
He’d scratch an’ wink his eye!
Fum post ter pillar in de deep blue, suh;
He’d holla an’ laugh—all de creeturs heer’d ’im—
You know how you’d feel ef it hab been you, suh,
A-waitin’ fer some un ter fall!
He steered Brer Buzzard right straight ter de groun’, suh,
An’ den an’ dar went right inter hidin’.
When de creeturs come up he couldn’t be foun’, suh,
An’ I speck an’ I reckon dat’s all!
BRER RABBIT AND THE GOLD MINE
There had been silence in the cabin for a long ten minutes, and Uncle Remus, looking up, saw a threat of sleep in the little boy’s eyes. Whereupon he plunged headlong into a story without a word of explanation.
“Well, suh, one year it fell out dat de craps wuz burnt up. A dry drouth had done de work, an’ ef you’d ’a’ struck a match anywhar in dat settlement, de whole county would ’a’ blazed up. Ol’ man Hongriness des natchally tuck of his cloze an’ went paradin’ ’bout eve’ywhar, an’ de creeturs got bony an’ skinny. Ol’ Brer B’ar done better dan any un um, kaze all he hatter do wuz go ter sleep an’ live off’n his own fat; an’ Brer Rabbit an’ his ol’ ’oman had put some calamus root by, an’ saved up some sugar-cane dat dey fin’ lyin’ ’roun’ loose, an’ dey got ’long purty well. But de balance er de creeturs wuz dat ga’nt dat dey ain’t got over it down ter dis day.
“De creeturs had der meetin’-place, whar dey could all set ’roun’ an’ talk de kind er politics dey had, des like folks does at de cross-roads grocery. One day, whiles dey wuz all settin’ an’ squottin’ ’roun’, jowerin’ an’ confabbin’, Brer Rabbit, he up ’n’ say, sezee, dat ol’ Mammy-Bammy-Big-Money tol’ his great gran’daddy dat dar wuz a mighty big an’ fat gol’ mine in deze parts, an’ he say dat he wouldn’t be ’tall ’stonished ef ’twant some’rs close ter Brer B’ar’s house. Brer B’ar, he growled, he did, an’ say dat de gol’ mine better not let him fin’ it, kaze atter he got done wid it, dey won’t be no gol’ mine dar.
”Some laughed, some grinned an’ some gapped, an’,
