{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_76586/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_76586","id":"gutenberg_76586","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/76586","summary":null,"tags":["African Americans -- Folklore","Animals -- Folklore","Category: American Literature","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Gullahs -- Georgia -- Folklore","Tales -- Georgia -- Atlantic Coast"],"text":"NEGRO MYTHS\n\n                                  FROM\n\n                            THE GEORGIA COAST\n\n                         TOLD IN THE VERNACULAR\n\n                                   BY\n\n                      CHARLES C. JONES, JR., LL. D.\n\n                             COLUMBIA, S. C.\n                            THE STATE COMPANY\n                                  1925\n\n\n\n\n                                IN MEMORY\n\n                                   OF\n\n                         MONTE VIDEO PLANTATION,\n\n                               AND OF THE\n\n                             FAMILY SERVANTS\n\n               WHOSE FIDELITY AND AFFECTION CONTRIBUTED SO\n                MATERIALLY TO ITS COMFORT AND HAPPINESS.\n\n\n\n\n                             PREFATORY NOTE\n\n\nMr. Joel Chandler Harris has, in an admirable way, commended to public\nnotice the dialect and folk-lore in vogue among the Negroes of Middle\nGeorgia. With fidelity and cleverness has he perpetuated the legends\nand songs once current among these peoples, and now fast lapsing into\noblivion. There is, however, a field, largely untrodden, in which may\nbe found ample opportunity for the exhibition of kindred inquiry and\nhumor. We refer to the swamp region of Georgia and the Carolinas,\nwhere the lingo of the rice-field and the sea-island negroes is _sui\ngeneris_, and where myths and fanciful stories, often repeated before\nthe war, and now seldom heard save during the gayer moods of the old\nplantation darkies, materially differ from those narrated by the sable\ndwellers in the interior.\n\nIn confirmation of this suggestion we record the following Negro Myths\nfrom the Georgia Coast.\n\nAugusta, Georgia, March, 1888.\n\n\n\n\n                                CONTENTS\n\n\n                                                            PAGE\n\n          I. HOW COME BUH ALLIGATUR NEBBER SLEEP FUR FROM\n               DE RIBBER BANK                                  1\n\n         II. BUH TUKREY BUZZUD AN DE RAIN                      4\n\n        III. HOW BUH COOTER FOOL BUH DEER                      5\n\n         IV. BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT, AN DE TAR BABY              7\n\n          V. BUH FOWL-HAWK AN BUH ROOSTER                     12\n\n         VI. BUH TUKREY BUZZUD AN DE KING CRAB                15\n\n        VII. DE KING, EH DARTER, BUH WOLF, AN BUH RABBIT      18\n\n       VIII. BUH PATTRIDGE AN BUH RABBIT                      20\n\n         IX. DE OLE MAN AN DE GALLINIPPER                     22\n\n          X. BUH SPARRUH                                      23\n\n         XI. BUH ALLIGATUR AN BUH MASH-HEN                    25\n\n        XII. BUH FOWL-HAWK AN BUH TURKREY BUZZUD              27\n\n       XIII. BUH WOLF AN BUH RABBIT                           29\n\n        XIV. BUH WOLF AN DE TWO DINNER                        34\n\n         XV. BUH OWL AN BUH ROOSTER                           36\n\n        XVI. BUH LION AN BUH GOAT                             38\n\n       XVII. BUH BEAR AN BUH TIGER                            39\n\n      XVIII. BUH MONKEY AN DE BULL-DOG                        42\n\n        XIX. BUH ELEPHANT AN BUH ROOSTER                      45\n\n         XX. DE PO MAN AN DE SNAKE                            46\n\n        XXI. LEELY GAL, BUH ALLIGATUR, AN DE JAY-BUD          51\n\n       XXII. DE CAT, DE RAT, DE CHEESE, AN DE FOX             53\n\n      XXIII. BUH RABBIT AN DE TARRUH BEASTISES                55\n\n       XXIV. BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT, AN DE BUTTER               59\n\n        XXV. DE EAGLE AN DE CHILLUN                           63\n\n       XXVI. CHANTICLEER AN DE BAN-YAD ROOSTER                65\n\n      XXVII. BUH RABBIT AN DE GROUN-MOLE                      68\n\n     XXVIII. BUH RABBIT AN DE ROCK-SOUP                       71\n\n       XXIX. DE TWO FREN AND DE BEAR                          73\n\n        XXX. DE OLE MAN AN DET                                75\n\n       XXXI. DE KING AN EH RING                               77\n\n      XXXII. BUH LION, BUH RABBIT, BUH FOX, AN BUH ROCCOON    82\n\n     XXXIII. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE PORPUS               88\n\n      XXXIV. DE DEBBLE AN MAY BELLE                           92\n\n       XXXV. DE OLE MAN AN DE COON                            99\n\n      XXXVI. BUH RABBIT AND DE CRAWFISH                      101\n\n     XXXVII. BUH RABBIT AND BUH ELEPHUNT                     102\n\n     XXXVIII. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN BUH POSSUM            105\n\n       XXXIX. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE HOLLER TREE        108\n\n          XL. BUH RABBIT AN DE CUNJUR MAN                    111\n\n         XLI. BUH RABBIT, BUH FOX, AN DE FISHERMAN           114\n\n        XLII. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE YEARLIN            118\n\n       XLIII. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, DE DOG, AN DE GOOSE      120\n\n        XLIV. BUH SQUIRLE AN\u2019 BUH FOX                        122\n\n         XLV. BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE BUCKRA MAN         124\n\n        XLVI. BUH RABBIT AN BUH WOLF FUNERAL                 127\n\n       XLVII. DE NEW NIGGER AN EH MOSSA                      130\n\n      XLVIII. BUH RABBIT AN DE KING DARTER                   132\n\n        XLIX. DE SINGLE BALL                                 134\n\n           L. BUH ROCCOON AN BUH POSSUM                      136\n\n          LI. BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT AN DE RAIN                137\n\n         LII. BUH ALLIGATUR, BUH RABBIT AN BUH WOLF          140\n\n        LIII. DE DYIN BULL-FROG                              144\n\n         LIV. BUH RABBIT, BUH PATTRIDGE, AN DE COW           145\n\n          LV. DE FIDDLER, BUH TIGER, AN BUH BEAR             147\n\n         LVI. DE OLE KING AN DE NOUNG KING                   149\n\n        LVII. BUH GOAT AN BUH WOLF                           151\n\n       LVIII. DENTISTRY AT THE OLD PLANTATION HOME           155\n\n         LIX. THE NEGRO AND THE ALLIGATOR                    161\n\n          LX. SPERITS                                        169\n\n         LXI. DADDY JUPITER\u2019S VISION                         177\n\n\n\n\n                               NEGRO MYTHS\n\n\n\n\n                                   I.\n\n                   HOW COME BUH ALLIGATUR NEBBER SLEEP\n                        FUR FROM DE RIBBER BANK.\n\n\nOne time Buh Rabbit, him meet Buh Alligatur, an eh ax um: \u201cBudder, you\ntek life berry onconsarne. Enty you come pon trouble some time?\u201d Buh\nAlligatur, him mek answer: \u201cNo, Budder, nuttne nebber bodder me. Me\ndunno wuh you call trouble. Me hab plenty er bittle fuh eat. Me sleep\nan tek me pledjuh. Wuh mek you tink trouble kin come topper me?\u201d Buh\nRabbit, him berry cunnin. Eh yent say nuttne. Eh know Buh Alligatur\nblan come out de ribber an sun isself in de broom-grass fiel. Buh\nRabbit, eh laugh oneside to isself an mek plan to pit trouble on Buh\nAlligatur.\n\nDe nex day, wen de sun hot, Buh Alligatur come out de ribber. Eh so\nfull er fish an crab eh casely kin crawl. Eh drag isself trugh de mash,\nan eh gone in de broom-grass fiel, and tretch isself in de grass, an\nfall fas tersleep. Buh Rabbit bin der watch um all de time. Buh Rabbit\ntoo scheemy. Now eh pick eh chance. Wen eh tink Buh Alligatur done gone\ntersleep, eh tiptoe ebber so sofe tell eh come right pon top er Buh\nAlligatur. Eh notice um close. Eh yeye shet. Eh duh sleep fuh true.\nDen Buh Rabbit slip back. Eh say to isself: \u201cI guine mek Buh Alligatur\nknow wuh call trouble dis day.\u201d Eh trike fire. Eh light one fat pine\ntick, an eh set fire to de broom-grass all roun an roun de fiel. Buh\nAlligatur, eh day in de middle fas tersleep. Eh dunno wuh Buh Rabbit\nup teh. Bimeby de fire, eh biggin fuh roll. Buh Alligatur wake up. Eh\nsee de smoke. Eh yeddy de fire duh commin. Eh dunno wuh fur do. De fire\nbiggin fur bun um. Eh run dis way, de fire meet um. Eh lick back an try\ntarruh side. De fire meet um day too.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him duh tan off duh watch an duh half kill isself wid\nlaugh. Buh Alligatur holler. Eh holler. Eh holler. Nobody yeddy. Nobody\ncome. Fire ebry side. No way fur um fur go. Eh cant git out. Man! sir!\neh mek up eh mine to bus trugh some how. Eh shet eh yeye. Eh cock up eh\ntail, an yuh eh come straight fur de ribber.\n\nBuh Rabbit, eh fall fur laugh. Eh hoop arter Buh Alligatur, an eh say:\n\u201cHey, Budder! wats de time er day? Enty you bin tell me you nebber\nmeet up wid trouble? You run topper um to-day anyhow.\u201d\n\nBuh Alligatur yent hab time fuh mek answer. Eh yent crack eh teet to\nBuh Rabbit. Eh jis is bex wid um is eh kin be. Eh yeye red. Eh tail\nswinge. Eh gone fuh de ribber, an eh fall in head ober heel. De water\ncool um. Eh ketch eh bref. Den eh raise isself on de top er de water an\neh holler back to Buh Rabbit: \u201cNummine, Boy, golong dis time. Me know\nwho mek all dis trouble fur me. Ef me ebber ketch you close dis ribber,\nme guine larne you how ter come fool long me.\u201d\n\nBuh Rabbit faid Alligatur an ribber tell dis day. From dat day to dis\nyou kin nebber ketch Buh Alligatur sleep fur from de bank; an de fus\ntime eh yeddy bush crack, er anyting mek rackit, eh leggo eberyting an\nfall right in de water.\n\n\n\n\n                                   II.\n\n                      BUH TUKREY BUZZUD AN DE RAIN.\n\n\nBuh Tukrey Buzzud, him yent hab no sense no how. You watch um.\n\nWen de rain duh po down, eh set on de fench an eh squinch up isself. Eh\ndraw in eh neck, an eh try fur hide eh head, an eh look dat pittyful\nyou rale sorry for um. Eh duh half cry, an eh say to isself: \u201cNummine,\nwen dis rain ober me guine buil house right off. Me yent guine leh dis\nrain lick me dis way no mo.\u201d\n\nWen de rain done gone, an de win blow, an de sun shine, wuh Buh Tukrey\nBuzzud do? Eh set on de top er de dead pine tree way de sun kin wam um,\nan eh tretch out eh wing, an eh tun roun an roun so de win kin dry eh\nfedder, an eh laugh to isself, an eh say: \u201cDis rain done ober. Eh yent\nguine rain no mo. No use fur me fuh buil house now.\u201d Caless man dis\nlike Buh Tukrey Buzzud.\n\n\n\n\n                                  III.\n\n                   HOW BUH COOTER[1] FOOL BUH DEER.[2]\n\n\nBuh Deer, him kin outrun all de tarruh creetur. Buh Cooter, him cant\ngo fast no time. Him kin jis creep, an dat all; but him hab plenty er\nsense.\n\nOne day Buh Deer bin a laugh at Buh Cooter becase eh walk so slow. Den\nBuh Cooter, him git mad, an eh tell Buh Deer dat ef eh does slow eh hab\nde bes win, an eh bet Buh Deer eh could beat um to de fibe mile pose.\nBuh Deer, him smile an tuk de bet. Dey gree on nex Monday week fur run\nde race.\n\nBuh Cooter, him call togedder him fren an tole um bout de bet an wen de\nrace fur run. Eh gaged fibe er um fur help um. Deese yer Cooter am all\nso much like one anurrer you cant tell one from turrer. So day all come\ninter cohoot an conclude to fool Buh Deer.\n\nOne gone to de fus mile pose on de big road. Anurrer gone to de nex\nmile pose, an anurrer to de nex: so dat on de day wen de race fur run,\nBuh Cooter hab a fren at ebery mile pose. Buh Deer nebber bin know\nnuttne bout dis plan.\n\nWen de time come fur run de race, Buh Deer an Buh Cooter bofe stat off\ntogedder. Befo you kin tun roun Buh Deer done gone out uh sight, an lef\nBuh Cooter in de middle er de road duh laugh to isself. Wen Buh Deer\ngit to de fus mile pose, day was Buh Cooter day head er um. Buh Deer\ncouldnt tell how dat happn. Eh men eh pace. At de nex mile pose day was\nBuh Cooter a crawlin along. Buh Deer git mad. Eh lay isself out ter eh\nberry lenk, but befo eh ketch de nex mile pose eh meet Buh Cooter in de\nroad dis a passin er dat pose. Buh Deer jump clean ober um an mek fur\nde nex mile pose. Eh yent bin want fur bleeve eh own yeye wen eh see\nBuh Cooter dere done git head er um agin. Eh so mad eh try fuh kick Buh\nCooter outer de road, an eh straighten fur de las mile pose. Wen eh git\nday, eh meet Buh Cooter puffin an er blowin an a leanin up gin de pose\nduh laugh at um.\n\nAn dat de way Buh Cooter fool Buh Deer an win de bet.\n\n\nFOOTNOTES:\n\n     [1] Land Terrapin.\n\n     [2] This and two preceding _Myths_ first published in\n         Augusta, Ga., _Chronicle and Constitutionalist_ of\n         March 11, 1883.\n\n\n\n\n                                   IV.\n\n                  BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT, AN DE TAR BABY.\n\n\nBuh Wolf and Buh Rabbit, dem bin lib nabur. De dry drout come. Ebry\nting stew up. Water scace. Buh Wolf dig one spring fuh him fuh git\nwater. Buh Rabbit, him too lazy an too scheemy fuh wuk fuh isself. Eh\npen pon lib off tarruh people. Ebry day, wen Buh Wolf yent duh watch\num, eh slip to Buh Wolf spring, an eh full him calabash long water an\ncah um to eh house fuh cook long and fuh drink. Buh Wolf see Buh Rabbit\ntrack, but eh couldnt ketch um duh tief de water.\n\nOne day eh meet Buh Rabbit in de big road, an eh ax um how eh mek out\nfur water. Buh Rabbit say him no casion fuh hunt water: him lib off\nde jew on de grass. Buh Wolf quire: \u201cEnty you blan tek water outer me\nspring?\u201d Buh Rabbit say: \u201cMe yent.\u201d Buh Wolf say: \u201cYou yis, enty me see\nyou track?\u201d Buh Rabbit mek answer: \u201cYent me gone to you spring. Must\nbe some edder rabbit. Me nebber bin nigh you spring. Me dunno way you\nspring day.\u201d Buh Wolf no question um no mo; but eh know say eh bin Buh\nRabbit fuh true, an eh fix plan fuh ketch um.\n\nDe same ebenin eh mek Tar Baby, an eh gone an set um right in de middle\ner de trail wuh lead to de spring, an dist in front er de spring.\n\nSoon a mornin Buh Rabbit rise an tun in fuh cook eh bittle. Eh pot\nbiggin fuh bun. Buh Rabbit say: \u201cHey! me pot duh bun. Lemme slip to Buh\nWolf spring an git some water fuh cool um.\u201d So eh tek eh calabash an\nhop off fuh de spring. Wen eh ketch de spring, eh see de Tar Baby duh\ntan dist een front er de spring. Eh stonish. Eh stop. Eh come close.\nEh look at um. Eh wait fur um fuh mobe. De Tar Baby yent notice um. Eh\nyent wink eh yeye. Eh yent say nuttne. Eh yent mobe. Buh Rabbit, him\nsay: \u201cHey titter, enty you guine tan one side an lemme git some water?\u201d\nDe Tar Baby no answer. Den Buh Rabbit say: \u201cLeely Gal, mobe, me tell\nyou, so me kin dip some water outer de spring long me calabash.\u201d De Tar\nBaby wunt mobe. Buh Rabbit say: \u201cEnty you know me pot duh bun? Enty you\nknow me hurry? Enty you yeddy me tell you fuh mobe? You see dis han? Ef\nyou dont go long and lemme git some water, me guine slap you ober.\u201d De\nTar Baby stan day. Buh Rabbit haul off an slap um side de head. Eh han\nfastne. Buh Rabbit try fuh pull eh hand back, an eh say: \u201cWuh you hole\nme han fuh? Lemme go. Ef you dont loose me, me guine box de life outer\nyou wid dis tarruh han.\u201d De Tar Baby yent crack eh teet. Buh Rabbit hit\num, bim, wid eh tarruh han. Dat han fastne too same luk tudder. Buh\nRabbit say: \u201cWuh you up teh? Tun me loose. Ef you dont leggo me right\noff, me guine knee you.\u201d De Tar Baby hole um fas. Buh Rabbit skade an\nbex too. Eh faid Buh Wolf come ketch um. Wen eh fine eh cant loosne\neh han, eh kick de Tar Baby wid eh knee. Eh knee fastne. Yuh de big\ntrouble now. Buh Rabbit skade den wus den nebber. Eh try fuh skade de\nTar Baby. Eh say: \u201cLeely Gal, you better mine who you duh fool long.\nMe tell you, fuh de las time, tun me loose. Ef you dont loosne me han\nan me knee right off, me guine bus you wide open wid dis head.\u201d De\nTar Baby hole um fas. Eh yent say one wud. Den Buh Rabbit butt de Tar\nBaby een eh face. Eh head fastne same fashion luk eh han an eh knee.\nYuh de ting now. Po Buh Rabbit done fuh. Eh fastne all side. Eh cant\npull loose. Eh gib up. Eh bague. Eh cry. Eh holler. Buh Wolf yeddy\num. Eh run day. Eh hail Buh Rabbit: \u201cHey, Budder! wuh de trouble? Enty\nyou tell me you no blan wisit me spring fuh git water? Who calabash\ndis? Wuh you duh do yuh anyhow?\u201d Buh Rabbit so condemn eh yent hab one\nwud fuh talk. Buh Wolf, him say: \u201cNummine, I done ketch you dis day.\nI guine lick you now.\u201d Buh Rabbit bague. Eh bague. Eh prommus nebber\nfuh trouble Buh Wolf spring no mo. Buh Wolf laugh at um. Den eh tek an\nloose Buh Rabbit from de Tar Baby, an eh tie um teh one spakleberry\nbush, an eh git switch an eh lick um tel eh tired. All de time Buh\nRabbit bin a bague an a holler. Buh Wolf yent duh listne ter um, but eh\nkeep on duh pit de lick ter um. At las Buh Rabbit tell Buh Wolf: \u201cDont\nlick me no mo. Kill me one time. Mek fire an bun me up. Knock me brains\nout gin de tree.\u201d Buh Wolf mek answer: \u201cEf I bun you up, ef I knock you\nbrains out, you guine dead too quick. Me guine trow you in de brier\npatch, so de brier kin cratch you life out.\u201d Buh Rabbit say: \u201cDo Buh\nWolf, bun me: broke me neck, but dont trow me in de brier patch. Lemme\ndead one time. Dont tarrify me no mo.\u201d Buh Wolf yent bin know wuh Buh\nRabbit up teh. Eh tink eh bin guine tare Buh Rabbit hide off. So, wuh\neh do? Eh loose Buh Rabbit from de spakleberry bush, an eh tek um by\nde hine leg, and eh swing um roun, an eh trow um way in de tick brier\npatch fuh tare eh hide an cratch eh yeye out. De minnit Buh Rabbit drap\nin de brier patch, eh cock up eh tail, eh jump, an eh holler back to\nBuh Wolf: \u201cGood bye, Budder! Dis de place me mammy fotch me up,--dis de\nplace me mammy fotch me up:\u201d an eh gone befo Buh Wolf kin ketch um. Buh\nRabbit too scheemy.\n\n\n\n\n                                   V.\n\n                      BUH FOWL-HAWK AN BUH ROOSTER.\n\n\nBuh Fowl-Hawk, him fly ebry day dis way and dat way ober de lan, an eh\ncant fine nuttne fuh eat. Eh hail de Sun one time, an eh tell um eh so\nhongry eh ready fuh drap; dat eh cant git bittle fuh eat; an he dunno\nwuh fuh do. De Sun, eh say: \u201cBudder, ef you kin ketch me in me bed, me\ngree fuh fine you in bittle.\u201d Buh Hawk tek de greement, an eh try berry\nhade fuh come pon topper de Sun in eh bed. But ebry time de Sun done\ngit up befo Buh Hawk ketch de place way de Sun sleep. Buh Hawk gib up.\nEh dead tired. Den eh tun in an consult Buh Rooster. Buh Rooster yeddy\nhim tale, and den eh say: \u201cMe tell you, Buh Hawk, wuh you better do.\nYou come sleep right ober me back; an wen, soon a mornin, you yeddy me\nknock me wing togedder and crow, you sail right off fuh de Sun house,\nan you kin ketch um befo eh git up from eh bed.\u201d Buh Hawk do dis es Buh\nRooster tell um. Eh come dat ebenin, an eh set on de tree-limb right\nober way Buh Rooster duh sleep.\n\nLong befo day duh broke Buh Rooster knock eh wing togarruh an crow.\nBless yo soul! Buh Fowl-Hawk wake up, eh switch eh tail, eh pitch off\nde tree, an eh mek fur de spot way de Sun blan sleep. Eh ketch um een\neh big house. Eh day in eh bed. Buh Hawk, eh knock to de do. De Sun\nsay: \u201cWho dat?\u201d Buh Hawk mek answer: \u201cDuh me.\u201d De Sun say: \u201cWho you?\u201d\nBuh Hawk say; \u201cDuh me, Budder Hawk.\u201d De Sun quire: \u201cWuh you want long\nme?\u201d Buh Hawk mek answer: \u201cEnty you bin tell me one day dat ef me kin\nketch you in you bed you guine fine me? Now me done ketch you in de\nbed. Gimme de bittle you prommus me. Me berry hongry.\u201d De Sun bex. Eh\nwunt come to de do, but eh holler back to Buh Hawk, an eh say: \u201cYou tun\nright roun, an you go to de man wuh pint you to ketch me in me bed, an\nyou tell um fuh fine you.\u201d Buh Hawk rale disappint. Eh try fuh swade de\nSun, but de Sun wunt listne ter um; and de Sun dribe um way from him\nhouse. Buh Hawk mad, an wen eh see eh cant git no bittle from de Sun,\neh fly back to Buh Rooster. Buh Rooster, him ax um: \u201cMe Budder, how you\nmek out?\u201d Buh Hawk tell um eh yent mek out wut. Den eh up an quaint\nBuh Rooster how de Sun wouldnt gie um no bittle fuh eat; how eh dribe\num way; an how eh tell um fuh go back to de man wuh pit um on de trail\nfuh ketch um in eh bed, an mek um fine um. Buh Rooster mek answer:\n\u201cBudder, me yent hab no bittle fuh gie you. Me no kin fine you.\u201d Buh\nHawk say: \u201cMe dead tired. Me berry hongry. Me mus hab me payment.\u201d Buh\nRooster say: \u201cYou cant git no payment outer me. All me got duh me wife\nan me chillun, an me know me yent guine gie you none er dem.\u201d Wen Buh\nHawk see eh cant swade Buh Rooster fuh fine um, eh try narruh plan. Eh\nleff Buh Rooster, an eh sail way up in de element tell eh done gone\nin de cloud. All de time eh duh watch Buh Rooster. Wen Buh Rooster\nclean forgit Buh Hawk, an leh eh chillun play bout een de grass, befo\neh know, down drap Buh Fowl-Hawk, an eh ketch up one er dem same Buh\nRooster chillun. Eh fly off wid um to one big oak tree, an eh pick eh\nbone clean. Buh Rooster holler, but eh cant tetch Buh Hawk. De chicken\nsweet. Buh Hawk feel good. From dat day tell now, Buh Fowl-Hawk blan\npick eh chance an lib off Buh Rooster chillun.\n\n\n\n\n                                   VI.\n\n                   BUH TUKREY BUZZUD AN DE KING CRAB.\n\n\nYou notus Buh Tukrey Buzzud. Him lub lamb, an dead cow, an dead horse,\nan snake, an alligatur, an all kinder varmint. Eh berry lub dead fish\ntoo, but eh nebber bodder wid crab. You sabe huccom so? Lemme tell you.\n\nOne time one fisher-man bin come from fishin. Eh tek out de good\nfish, eh tring um on a mash grass, an eh lef in de boat some leely\ngannet-mullet an catfish wuh eh no want, an one big King Crab wuh eh\nbin ketch duh ribber. De sun hot. De fish done dead. Bimeby eh smell\nbad in de boat. Buh Tukrey Buzzud, wuh bin a grine salt way up in de\nelement, scent um, an down eh come. Eh gone in de boat an eh eat up\nde fish wuh day day. Eh dat greedy eh duh hunt fuh mo. Eh see de King\nCrab duh squat een de water duh bottom er de boat. Eh tretch open eh\nwing fuh skade de Crab an mek um come outer de water. Buh Tukrey Buzzud\nfaid water. Eh nebber will wet him foot ef eh kin help. De King Crab\nsee de Buzzud, an eh crawl up long side de boat. Buh Tukrey Buzzud ben\nober fuh pick um. De Crab graff Buh Tukrey Buzzud leg wid eh claw.\nBuh Tukrey Buzzud hop an kick. Eh couldnt mek de Crab leggo. De ting\nhot um berry bad. Buh Tukrey Buzzud rise wid de Crab duh heng on ter\neh leg. Eh sail up in de element. De Crab stick ter um. Buh Tukrey\nBuzzud try ebry plan fuh shake um off. De Crab wunt loose eh grip. Buh\nTukrey Buzzud tun summerset in de sky. Eh flap eh wing. Eh mek all\nsorter curous motion. Eh cant shake de Crab loose. Bimeby eh try fuh\nbite de Crab. All ob a sutten, de Crab tek eh tarruh claw, an eh fastne\nBuh Tukrey Buzzud roun eh neck. Yuh de big trouble now. One claw hole\nBuh Tukrey Buzzud foot; tarruh claw clamp Buh Tukrey Buzzud roun eh\nneck. De Bud duh choke. Eh gib up. Eh cant go no fudder. Eh dis leggo\nebryting in de element, an eh fall heel ober head plash in de water.\nDe minnit de King Crab fine isself in de ribber, eh loosne eh hole an\neh gone der bottom. Buh Tukrey Buzzud mose drown. Eh fedder wet. Eh\nsplutter, eh wabble, an arter awhile eh manage fuh ketch eh bref, an eh\nmount eh wing, an eh sail off teh one dead libe-oak tree, wuh grow on\nde bank, an eh set down day an eh pick eh fedder, an eh watch de blood\nduh drap from eh neck an leg, an eh say to isself: \u201cMe nebber guine\nbodder long crab gen long as me lib.\u201d An eh nebber did. You show King\nCrab to Buh Tukrey Buzzud, an eh\u2019ll leff um. Eh yent guine nigh um. All\neh fambly faid um.\n\n\n\n\n                                  VII.\n\n              DE KING, EH DARTER, BUH WOLF, AN BUH RABBIT.\n\n\nOne time er King hab er pooty Darter. Buh Wolf an Buh Rabbit all two\nbin a spark at um an a cote um. De sanfly bin berry bad. De King tell\nBuh Wolf an Buh Rabbit de one wuh kin stan de sanfly de longes bedout\nbresh um way, shill git de gal.\n\nBuh Wolf yent bin so scheemy as Buh Rabbit. Wen dem all was a settin\nfuh de match, Buh Rabbit, him say: \u201cGentlemans, my fader had a black\nhorse. Eh had a white spot yuh, and a red spot day; a white spot yuh,\nand a red spot day; a white spot yuh, and a red spot day.\u201d Ebry time eh\npint out de place way de spot bin, eh dribe off de sanfly.\n\nWile dis duh guine on, de sanfly mose eat up Buh Wolf. Eh bleege fur\ncratch an slap. So Buh Rabbit gain de day, an de King gie um eh Darter.\n\nBuh Wolf, him berry sad, an eh wunt talk. All de lady bin a set in de\npiazza long de King an eh Darter. Den Buh Rabbit say: \u201cCome, Buh Wolf,\nleh we broke up. Ef you lemme ride you ter de big gate me guine tun de\nKing Darter ober ter you.\u201d Buh Wolf happy. Eh gree fuh leh Buh Rabbit\nride um. Buh Rabbit light on eh back. Eh hab spur on. Buh Wolf dunno\nnuttne bout dis. Soon es Buh Rabbit git on Buh Wolf back, eh clamp eh\nleg onder Buh Wolf belly, an eh clap spur ter Buh Wolf. Buh Wolf rare\nup. Eh jump. Eh kick. Eh leddown. Eh try ebry way fuh trow Buh Rabbit.\nBuh Rabbit stick ter eh back, an wunt fall off. De mo Buh Wolf rare up\nan kick an pitch, de wus Buh Rabbit spur um. Wen eh fine eh cant trow\nBuh Rabbit, eh tek de big road an lean fuh de gate. Buh Rabbit stick de\nspur in um ebry jump. Buh Wolf run. Eh run. Eh holler. Eh holler. Buh\nRabbit duh set on eh back an duh spur um, an duh look dess as happy an\ncontent as eh kin be. Wen dey guine tru de big gate, Buh Rabbit light\noff eh back an jump on top de gate pose. Buh Wolf cant stop run. Eh\ngone. Buh Rabbit shet de gate, an tun back, an jine de compny, an tek\neh bride.\n\n\n\n\n                                  VIII.\n\n                      BUH PATTRIDGE AN BUH RABBIT.\n\n\nBuh Pattridge and Buh Rabbit jine compny fuh kill cow. Wen dey done\nkill um, dey share de meat equel. Buh Pattridge tek one half; Buh\nRabbit, him tek tarruh half. Buh Pattridge tote him share home, an cook\nsome, an gen um to him chillun. Buh Rabbit, him tay buhhine an watch\nhim share. Wen Buh Pattridge an him chillun done eat dem belly full,\nBuh Pattridge gone back to de place way de cow bin kill. Eh meet Buh\nRabbit duh siddown day duh wait fuh hire somebody fuh cahr him meat ter\nhim house. Buh Pattridge, him want mo meat. Eh up an tell Buh Rabbit:\n\u201cDat cow meat no good. Me cook some an gen to me chillun, an eh kill\ntwo er um.\u201d Buh Rabbit say: \u201cEh yent.\u201d Buh Pattridge say: \u201cMe tell you\neh yiz. Me bin eat some too, an eh mek me feel berry bad. Rattlesnake\nmust a bin trike dat cow an pizen um.\u201d Den Buh Pattridge fall on de\ngroun, an flutter, flutter, flutter, dis like eh bin guine fuh dead.\nBuh Rabbit tink say de pizen meat been a wuk in um, an eh hop off, an\neh fetch water, an eh trow um in Buh Pattridge face. Wen Buh Pattridge\nsorter vive, Buh Rabbit tell um eh no want de meat, dat eh guine leff\num. Den Buh Rabbit wish Buh Pattridge de time er day, an gone teh him\nhouse. Soon as Buh Rabbit git outer yearin, Buh Pattridge whistle fuh\nhim chillun. De gang all bin in de bush duh watch. Den dey all run up\nan cahr de meat to dem house, an cook um an eat um.\n\nDe meat bin good, an Buh Pattridge only do dat fuh fool Buh Rabbit an\ngit him share too.\n\n\n\n\n                                   IX.\n\n                      DE OLE MAN AN DE GALLINIPPER.\n\n\nAn ole man bin a hunt roccoon in de wood. Eh hab eh dog fuh tree de\ncoon, an eh hatchich fuh chop down de tree. De dog bark. De ole man\ngone ter um. Eh look up de tree fuh see de coon. Steader de coon, er\nbig Gallinipper bin a settin in de crotch er de sweet-gum. De tree so\nbig de ole man cant retch round um wid bofe eh arm. De dog bark at de\nGallinipper. Eh bark. Eh bark. De Gallinipper git bex. Eh light off de\ntree fuh bite de dog. De dog holler an run roun de tree. De Gallinipper\nmiss eh lick, an dribe eh bill trugh de tree tell de pint come out on\ntarruh side. De ole man try fuh chop off de een er de Gallinipper bill.\nWen de Gallinipper see wuh de ole man up teh, eh rare back an try fur\npull eh bill outer de tree. Eh fastne so tight eh couldnt git um out,\nbut eh strain so hebby eh drag de tree up by de root. De ole man dat\nscade eh drop eh hatchich, eh leff eh dog der wood, and eh lean fur\nhome.\n\n\n\n\n                                   X.\n\n                              BUH SPARRUH.\n\n\nBuh Sparruh, him berry leetle, but him lub fur brag. Eh yent much fur\nwuk.\n\nOne time de Bluefinch, de Trasher, de Red-Bud, de Jay-Bud, de\nPattridge, and de Sparruh all come inter cohoot ter plant tetter[3] and\nsee who kin raise de bigges. Wen de tetter done mek an dig, all de bud\ncollec togarruh, an ebry one fotch a tetter ter show wuh kind a crop eh\nmek. De Crow bin de judge. Eh look ober all de tetter, an wen eh fine\nBuh Sparruh no bin bring none, eh ax Buh Sparruh: \u201cWay you tetter?\u201d Buh\nSparruh biggin fur brag, an eh say: \u201cMe tetter, him heap bigger den\nany me see. Me farruh befo me blan plant tetter, an him tetter bigger\nner de calf er me leg. Me kin beat me farruh raise tetter. Me yent\nbin bring no tetter wid me case me no want fur mek me fren feel bad.\u201d\nTarruh bud say: \u201cNummine, you go fetch you tetter. Leh we see um.\u201d Wen\nBuh Sparruh fine dem all bent pon mek um show eh tetter, eh say: \u201cWell,\nwait pon top me. Me guine git me tetter.\u201d Buh Sparruh gone, an de bud\nall wait. Dem wait tell dem tired, an Buh Sparruh no come back. Den\nBuh Crow, wuh bin de judge, sen Buh Bluefinch fur fine Buh Sparruh,\nan see wuh eh duh do. Buh Bluefinch meet Buh Sparruh duh pick seed in\none ole fiel. Eh hail um: \u201cHey! Buh Sparruh! wuh mek you no come back?\nAll de tarruh bud duh wait top you fur show you tetter.\u201d Buh Sparruh\nrare isself back, an eh mek answer: \u201cYou go tell Buh Crow an de tarruh\ngentlemans me tetter so big me cant tote um.\u201d\n\nBuh Sparruh lie. Eh dis bin a brag. Eh yent nebber bin plant no tetter.\n\n\nFOOTNOTES:\n\n     [3] Sweet potatoes.\n\n\n\n\n                                   XI.\n\n                     BUH ALLIGATUR AN BUH MASH-HEN.\n\n\nBuh Alligatur nebber does trubble Buh Mash-hen an eh chillun. Enty,\nheap a time, you see Buh Mash-hen duh ketch fiddler on de ribber bank\nclose by way Buh Alligatur duh feed, an Buh Alligatur yent lick at um\nwid eh tail, ner skade um? You know huccum dis? Ef you dunno, lemme\ntell you.\n\nOne time Buh Alligatur, him been er eat crab. Him bin hab one teet wuh\nhab hole in um. Dat teet duh hot um berry bad. Buh Alligatur blan chaw\nup crab, shell an all. Wen eh der eat dem crab, one er de claw fastne\nin him rotten teet, and hot um so bad eh mek um holler. Eh cant do\nnuttne cept open eh jaw an moan. Eh foot yent long nough fuh pick de\nclaw out.\n\nWile eh bin a moan an suffer, Buh Mash-hen pass by. Buh Alligatur hail\num an tell um wuh happne, and mek um sensible how bad de claw duh hot\num, an how eh yent hab de power fuh git um out, an eh bague um fuh\npull de ting out wid eh bill. Buh Mash-hen yeddy um, but eh fade fur\ntrus eh head between Buh Alligatur jaw. Eh spicion say Buh Alligatur\nguine trick um, an kill um, an eat um, an eh tell Buh Alligatur him\ntoo scheemy. But Buh Alligatur, him schway to Buh Mash-hen dat eh yent\nguine trubble um, an dat ef eh would bleege um an pick de ting out, eh\nwould be fren ter um an eh fambly all dem life, an mek all dem tarruh\nAlligatur fren too.\n\nWen Buh Mash-hen see Buh Alligatur duh bague so harde, an wen eh fine\nout eh bin der tell de trute, eh tek pity on um, an eh pit eh head in\neh mouf an eh pull out de crab-claw, wuh fastne in eh teet, wid eh bill.\n\nDat ease Buh Alligatur, an eh tell Buh Mash-hen heap er tenky. An eh\nmek all eh quaintunce sensible er de big faber wuh Buh Mash-hen bin\ndone ter um.\n\nBuh Alligatur, him keep eh wud. Ebber sence, Buh Mash-hen kin walk bout\nde mash an de ribber, an buil nes, an ketch fiddler an shrimp all round\nBuh Alligatur, an eh yent try fuh bodder um.\n\nDat de way Buh Alligatur an Buh Mash-hen come fur lib togerruh luk same\nfambly.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XII.\n\n                  BUH FOWL-HAWK AN BUH TUKREY BUZZUD.\n\n\nTime bin berry harde. Bittle oncommon scace. Buh Fowl-hawk an Buh\nTukrey Buzzud, dem bin a sail backwud and forrud in de element, duh\nlook fuh see wuh dem kin pick up fur eat. Es dem pass one a nurruh,\nBuh Fowl-hawk, him ax Buh Tukrey Buzzud how him mek out. Buh Tukrey\nBuzzud mek answer dat eh yent mek out wut; dat half de time eh cant\nfine nuttne fuh eat; dat eh so hongry eh mos ready fuh perish; but dat\neh mek up eh mine ter keep on guine, an ter wait on de Lord. Den eh\nquire ob Buh Fowl-hawk how him duh git long dis yer tight time. Buh\nFowl-hawk, him switch eh tail, an eh say him smarte nough fuh git him\nlibbin; dat him dont lack fuh bittle; dat Lord er no Lord, him manage\nfuh fine all him want fuh eat.\n\nWid dat dem part compny, an gone dem own couse.\n\nBimeby dem sail pass one anurrer gen, an Buh Fowl-hawk, him call to\nBuh Tukrey Buzzud, an him say: \u201cEnty me bin tell you me hab no trouble\nfuh fine bittle wenebber me want um? You see dat black chicken down\nyander? Me guine ketch um now fuh me dinner.\u201d\n\nWid dat, eh leff Buh Tukrey Buzzud, an eh mek eh lunge fuh kibber de\nchicken. Stidder eh bin one chicken, eh tun out fuh bin er sharp-pinted\nstump; an befo Buh Fowl-hawk fine out de diffunce, an kin check eh\nspeed, eh hit eh bres gin de stump an kill ehself.\n\nTwo, tree day arter dat, Buh Tukrey Buzzud bin a sail ober de same\ngroun, an eh cotch de scent er someting dead. Eh fole eh wing an eh\ncome down. Wen eh come fuh fine out, eh see Buh Fowl-hawk duh led down\ndead. Den eh say: \u201cEnty me bin tell you eh heap better ter wait on de\nLord stidder trus ter you own luck? You wouldnt yeddy me, an you see\nwuh happne. Now me tun come, an you flesh guine ile me bade.\u201d Wid dat,\neh eat up Buh Fowl-hawk.\n\n\u201cDe man wuh trus in ehself,\u201d moralized Daddy Sandy, \u201cguine fail; wile\ndem dat wait topper de Lord will hab perwision mek fur um.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                  XIII.\n\n                         BUH WOLF AN BUH RABBIT.\n\n\nBuh Wolf and Buh Rabbit bin a cote de same Gal. De Gal bin rich an\nberry pooty. Dem tuk tun fuh wisit um. Buh Rabbit, him gone der mornin,\nand Buh Wolf, him gone der ebenin. De Gal harde fuh mek up eh mine. Eh\nsorter courage bofe er um. One mornin Buh Rabbit bin a mek fun er Buh\nWolf ter de Gal, an eh tell um say Buh Wolf yent duh nuttne mo den eh\nfarruh ridin horse.\n\nWen Buh Wolf pay him wisit de same ebenin, de Gal tell um wuh Buh\nRabbit bin say bout um. De ting mek Buh Wolf bex, an eh say Buh Rabbit\nlie, an eh guine fetch Buh Rabbit ter de Gal an mek um tek back dat big\nwud befo eh face.\n\nBuh Wolf leff de Gal an gone straight ter Buh Rabbit house. Buh Rabbit\nbin spicion say de Gal guine tell Buh Wolf wuh him bin say bout um; an\neh know, wen Buh Wolf yeddy, dat eh boun fur tackle um bout um. So Buh\nRabbit, him fix eh plan.\n\nWen Buh Wolf git ter Buh Rabbit house, eh fine um all shet up. Eh look\nsame luk nobody bin day. Eh knock ter de do. Eh knock. Eh knock. No\nansur. Eh gone ter de winder. Eh shake um. Nobody mek ansur. Den eh\nholler: \u201cBuh Rabbit, Buh Rabbit!\u201d Arter a while eh yeddy er leely woice\neenside say: \u201cWho dat?\u201d Buh Wolf ansur: \u201cDuh me, Buh Wolf.\u201d Buh Rabbit\nsay: \u201cWuh you want, Buh Wolf?\u201d Buh Wolf, him say: \u201cLemme come in, Buh\nRabbit; me bleege fuh see you on tickler bidness.\u201d Buh Rabbit, him mek\nansur: \u201cBuh Wolf, me cant see you now; me berry sick; me day in me bed;\nme too weak fuh open de do.\u201d Buh Wolf say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, you mus lemme\nin: you de only man wuh kin ten ter de bidness wuh bring me yuh.\u201d Buh\nRabbit try fuh pit um off. Eh tell um eh hab high feber, an eh cant\nrise; dat eh back bin er hot um so bad eh cant tun in eh bed. But Buh\nWolf cist so strong, Buh Rabbit slip to de do, an eh draw de bolt, an\neh tiptoe back ter eh bed, an den eh say: \u201cWell Budder, ef you mus see\nme, bad off es me yiz, come in.\u201d Wen Buh Wolf come in, eh fine Buh\nRabbit kibber up in eh bed, duh pant an duh moan berry pittiful. Buh\nWolf tan by de bed, an eh ax Buh Rabbit: \u201cEnty you tell de Gal, wuh we\nbin a cote, say me bin nuttne but you farruh ridin horse?\u201d Buh Rabbit\nsay: \u201cMe nebber did.\u201d Buh Wolf say: \u201cYou yiz bin tell um so.\u201d Buh\nRabbit say: \u201cMe yent.\u201d Den Buh Wolf schway: \u201cDe Gal done tell um say\nBuh Rabbit sisso, an eh bleebe de Gal.\u201d Buh Rabbit run Buh Wolf down\ndat eh nebber bin nuse no sich wud. Den Buh Wolf say: \u201cEf you nebber\nbin say no sich wud, you mus git up an go long me, an knowledge befo de\nGal dat you nebber bin sisso.\u201d Buh Rabbit hole back. Eh say eh too weak\nfuh git outer de bed, and dat ef eh did get up eh too weak fuh walk ter\nde Gal house. But Buh Wolf foce um. Eh say: \u201cYou got ter go. Me guine\nhelp you outer de bed, an ef you cant tek you foot, me guine tote you.\u201d\nWen Buh Rabbit fine no chance fur um fuh dodge no mo, an dat Buh Wolf\nboun fuh mek um go, eh git Buh Wolf fuh help um outer de bed. Arter\neh git on de flo, Buh Rabbit sorter faint way. Buh Wolf tek um up an\ncahr um ter de do, an fan um. Buh Rabbit bin a play possum all de time.\nWen eh come too, Buh Wolf liff um up an pit um on eh back. Buh Rabbit\nsay: \u201cHole on, Buh Wolf, me cant set on you back dout fall off: me mus\nhab someting fuh steady me; you mus gimme someting fuh me fuh hole on\nter. Yuh me farruh ole saddle an bridle. Lemme pit dem on you, an den\nme tink me kin manage fuh go long wid you.\u201d Buh Wolf, him yent spicion\nnuttne, an eh tan still an leh Buh Rabbit pit de saddle an bridle on\num. Onbeknowinst ter Buh Wolf, Buh Rabbit slip behind de do an pit on\ner pair er keen spur. Den Buh Wolf help um on eh back, an state fuh\ntrot fuh de Gal house. Buh Rabbit say: \u201cBuh Wolf, dont go so fas: me so\nweak me cant hole on; you mus walk.\u201d Buh Wolf, him haky ter um, an eh\ncome down ter a walk. Wen dem retch de abnue wuh lead from de big road\nter de house way de Gal lib, dem shum all dress een white duh settin\nin de piazza. Soon es dem pass tru de big gate, Buh Rabbit, him gedder\nde range in eh han, an eh slap spur to Buh Wolf. Buh Wolf say: \u201cYou\nfool, wuh you duh do?\u201d an eh rare an pitch an try fuh trow Buh Rabbit\noff. Buh Rabbit stick on, an eh clap de spur wus an wus ter Buh Wolf.\nWen Buh Wolf fine out eh cant do nuttne, eh keep de abnue straight fur\nde house. Wen dem duh nigh de house Buh Rabbit holler ter de Gal: \u201cWuh\nme bin tell you? Yuh me come pon me farruh ridin horse,\u201d an eh rip\nspur een Buh Wolf an eh hole um tight. De spur hot Buh Wolf so bad eh\ncouldnt do nuttne but run. Buh Rabbit tun um dest by de piazza, an eh\nlight off eh back, an eh run up ter de Gal, an eh say: \u201cWuh you tink er\nme farruh ridin horse?\u201d Buh Wolf so painful, so bex, an so shame, eh\nkeep on run, an eh nebber come back fur see de Gal no mo.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him too scheemy fuh Buh Wolf. Wen de Gal notus how smate\nBuh Rabbit bin, an how eh mek good eh big wud, eh gen um eh han, an,\nleetle while arter, dem bin git marry.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XIV.\n\n                       BUH WOLF AN DE TWO DINNER.\n\n\nBuh Wolf, him binner inwite ter two dinner de same day an de same time:\none gen by Cooter Bay, an de tarruh by John Bay. Dem bin bredder, an\ndem lib on two seprite road wuh jine at de fork. Buh Wolf, him so\ngreedy him cept bofe inbitation. Wen de time come fuh go, eh dress\nehself up an eh light out. Wen eh git ter de place way de road fork, eh\nstop an eh consider. Eh want fuh tek bofe road an go ter de two dinner.\nEh cant tek one an leff tarruh. Eh gone down one road; eh tun back; eh\ntan ter de fork. Eh tek tarruh road; eh come back ter de fork; eh tan\nday gen. Eh state off; eh tun back. Eh state off gen; eh tun back gen.\nEh cant mek up eh mine which dinner fuh tek an which dinner fuh leff.\nEh hanker arter bofe. Eh wase eh time. Wile dis bin a guine on, de\npeople bin a eat at bofe de dinner.\n\nBimeby yuh come some er dem, wuh bin eat dinner wid Cooter Bay, duh mek\ndem way home. Dem see Buh Wolf duh tan in de fork er de road, an dem\nhail um, an dem say: \u201cHi! Buh Wolf, wuh you duh do yuh?\u201d Buh Wolf, him\nmek answer: \u201cMe guine ter Cooter Bay fuh dine long um.\u201d Den dem tell um\nsay de dinner done ober; dat dem jist come from day, an dat dem bin hab\nplenty er good bittle fuh eat. Buh Wolf rale cut down case eh loss one\ndinner.\n\nEh hop off an mek fuh John Bay house fuh git de tarruh dinner. Eh yent\nbin gone no destant befo eh meet dem people duh comin back wuh bin gone\nfuh eat dinner long John Bay. Dem tell um de dinner done ober, an eh\nmights well tun back. Buh Wolf outdone. Eh so greedy eh couldnt mek up\neh mine which dinner fuh tek. Eh tink eh guine git all two, an eh yent\ngit none. Eh gone home dat bex an hongry eh ready fuh kill ehself.\n\nPeople wuh wunt mek up dem mine in time wuh dem mean fuh do guine git\nleff.\n\n\n\n\n                                   XV.\n\n                         BUH OWL AN BUH ROOSTER.\n\n\nBuh Owl, him bin a great music-meker. Him an Buh Rooster bin good fren.\nHeap er bud blan wisit Buh Rooster house fuh yeddy music an fuh dance.\nBuh Owl, him sing so well an eh pick de banjo so clear, nobody kin\nlisten ter um an keep eh foot still; but eh no wan leh nobody shum wen\neh duh sing an play. Buh Rooster, him always blan hab a dark room fuh\nBuh Owl fuh set in wen eh duh play fuh de bud. Lamp day in day, but eh\nhab shade on um. Buh Owl kin see de bud wuh duh dance, but de bud, dem\ncant see Buh Owl. Buh Owl, him faid light, an eh yent der bole bud no\nhow.\n\nOne ebenin Buh Owl bin a sing an play oncommon well fuh de bud at Buh\nRooster house fuh dance. De pahler bin full, but dem yent bin know who\ndat bin a mek de music. Buh Rooster, him bin prommus Buh Owl dat eh\nyent guine tell who duh sing an play. Wen dem all bin dance tel dem\ntired, dem all bague Buh Rooster fuh show dem de man wuh bin mek sich\npooty music fuh dem fuh dance long. Buh Rooster say him cant. Dem keep\non bague, tel, at lenk, Buh Rooster gone in tarruh room, an eh tek de\nshade offer de lamp. Wen dem look pon topper Buh Owl, eh yeye so big,\nan eh yez cock up so high, eh skade de people, an dem all holler an run.\n\nBuh Owl, him berry bex case Buh Rooster broke eh wud, an he fall out\nwid Buh Rooster. From dat day Buh Owl hate Buh Rooster, eh wife, an eh\nchillun. Wenebber, duh night, eh yeddy any er um duh crow er der fix\nehself topper eh roose, eh mek fuh de place an eat um up. Eh yent do,\nin dis wul, fuh man fuh ceive eh fren.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XVI.\n\n                          BUH LION AN BUH GOAT.\n\nBuh Lion bin a hunt, an eh spy Buh Goat duh leddown topper er big rock\nduh wuk eh mout an der chaw. Eh creep up fuh ketch um. Wen eh git close\nter um eh notus um good. Buh Goat keep on chaw. Buh Lion try fuh fine\nout wuh Buh Goat duh eat. Eh yent see nuttne nigh um ceptin de nekked\nrock wuh eh duh leddown on. Buh Lion stonish. Eh wait topper Buh Goat.\nBuh Goat keep on chaw, an chaw, an chaw. Buh Lion cant mek de ting out,\nan eh come close, an eh say: \u201cHay! Buh Goat, wuh you duh eat?\u201d Buh Goat\nskade wen Buh Lion rise up befo um, but eh keep er bole harte, an eh\nmek ansur: \u201cMe duh chaw dis rock, an ef you dont leff, wen me done long\num me guine eat you.\u201d Dis big wud sabe Buh Goat. Bole man git outer\ndiffikelty way coward man lose eh life.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XVII.\n\n                         BUH BEAR AN BUH TIGER.\n\nBuh Bear, him tired lib wid eh farruh an eh fambly, an eh tell eh\nfarruh eh guine way fuh mek eh own libbin, an eh want um fuh gem\nwuhebber eh hab wuh cummin ter um from de fambly property. Eh farruh\nan eh murrer try fuh swade um fuh stay long dem, but eh say eh mek up\neh mine fuh go. Den eh farruh tell um eh yent hab nuttne fuh gem cept\nsebbn loaf er bread. Buh Bear, him berry disappint; but wen eh see eh\nyent guine git nuttne mo, eh gree fuh tek um. Eh farruh tell um: \u201cDe\nman wuh eat any er dat bread long you will hab fuh rastle long you fuh\nsebbn year.\u201d Buh Bear cahr eh bread, an gone der wood, an mek camp fuh\nehself. Wen eh bin er eat de bread, Buh Tiger come long an bague um\nfuh some. Buh Bear say: \u201cBuh Tiger, ef you eat any er dis yer bread,\nyou haffer rastle long me fuh sebbn year.\u201d Buh Tiger, him answer: \u201cMe\nwillin: me hongry; gimme de bread.\u201d Den Buh Bear gen um some, an eh eat\num. Befo dem part Buh Tiger tell Buh Bear way him house yiz, and gree\nfuh rastle long um de nex mornin. Buh Bear say: \u201cBerry well: me guine\ncome ter you house by de time de sun git up, an you will haffer rastle\nlong me.\u201d\n\nSoon a mornin Buh Bear gone ter Buh Tiger house an knock ter de do. Buh\nTiger come out in er hurry, an dey graff hold er one anurrer. Buh Bear\nfling Buh Tiger; an befo eh leh um git up, eh box um side er de head.\n\nNex day Buh Bear come gen same time, and Buh Tiger meet um, an dem\nrastle, an Buh Bear fling um an hit um side er de head, same place way\neh bin knock um de day befo. Nex day same ting. Nex day same ting. Nex\nday same ting. De six mornin, wen Buh Bear knock ter Buh Tiger do, Buh\nTiger yent come out. Eh sen eh wife fuh say eh bin berry sick. Buh Bear\nsay eh mus come out. Eh wife tell um; an arter Buh Tiger fine out Buh\nBear yent guine leff, eh come out. Eh head swell way Buh Bear bin a box\num. Buh Tiger look bad. Buh Bear hole um gen an eh trow um berry easy,\nan den eh box um gen in de same ole place sider eh head, way eh bin a\nknock um befo, an wuh swell. Eh hot Buh Tiger so bad eh holler. De nex\nmornin, wen Buh Bear come, Buh Tiger bin in eh bed. Eh head tie up,\nan eh wife bin a nuss um. Eh couldnt rastle long Buh Bear no mo. Buh\nBear, him shame um, an mek um leff eh house. Den Buh Bear mobe in an\nmek ehself satify.\n\nBuh Bear fine out dat de bread wuh eh farruh bin gen um, an wuh eh\nhardly bin want fuh tote long um, done um a heap er good, an git um er\nnice house fuh lib een.\n\n\u201cWenebber,\u201d added old Daddy Smart, \u201cyou farruh gie you anyting, tek um,\nan tenky. You suttenly will fine out dat wuh eh gie you will do you no\nharm, but eh will fetch good luck ter you.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                 XVIII.\n\n                       BUH MONKEY AN DE BULL-DOG.\n\nEbry body cept Buh Monkey bin full er trouble. On ebry side you yeddy\nnuttne cept bout trouble. Trouble yuh, trouble day, trouble ebry way.\nBuh Monkey tell eh wife eh wonder wuh dis ting duh wuh ebry body bin a\ntalk bout, an wuh dem all duh call trouble. Him say him cant tell. Den\nBuh Monkey mek up eh mine fuh go teh de Debble, an fine out from um. Eh\ngone. Eh ketch de Debble duh eat eh brukwus; an eh ax um huccum ebry\nbody hab trouble cept him. An eh leh de Debble know say him wan fine\nout wuh dis ting duh wuh bin a bodder ebry body, an wuh ebry body call\ntrouble. De Debble tell um fuh go een de kitchin an wait topper um, an\nwen eh done eh brukwus him will come out an mek um sensible bout dis\nting wuh call trouble. Buh Monkey gone ter de kitchin, an tek one chair\nan mek ehself saterfy. Eh jaw duh run water, fuh eh tink ter ehself de\nDebble guine gem some nice brukwus. Eh wait day sich a lenk er time,\nan no brukwus come. Den de Debble come outer de big house duh fetch er\nbag een eh han. De bag done tie up. Eh gen de bag ter Buh Monkey, an\neh tell um: \u201cTrouble day een dis yer bag. You cahr um tel you git een\nde middle er de ole fiel, an den you open um, an you guine fine out wuh\ncall trouble.\u201d Big fiel bin all roun an roun de house. Not a tree nur\na stump bin in dat fiel. Buh Monkey tek de bag. Eh hebby. Eh state fuh\nhome duh tote um. Eh tired befo eh retch de middle er de fiel. Wen eh\nketch de middle er de fiel, eh top, an eh onloose de bag. Bless God!\nout jump one Bull-Dog, an eh tek right arter Buh Monkey. Eh run. Eh\nrun. Eh holler. Eh holler. De Dog day right arter um duh try fuh bite\num. Wen Buh Monkey git ter de wood, eh state fuh clime de fus tree eh\ncome teh. De Dog so close behine um eh snap at um an bite off eh tail.\nBuh Monkey leff eh tail een de dog mouf, an gone up de tree. Eh fine\none crotch, an eh seddown duh pant an der cry. Eh skade so tell eh\nscacely kin keep eh seat. Eh tail duh bleed. De Dog sed down onder de\ntree, an watch um, an wait fur um fuh come down. Buh Monkey faid fuh\ncome down. Ebry time dat Buh Monkey mek motion fuh come down, de Dog\nshow eh teet an growl. Night come, and Buh Monkey, him day up de tree.\nEh fine out fuh true wuh call trouble. Eh dat tired, an sore, an skade,\neh dunno wuh fuh do. Bout middle der night de Dog hongry, an gone home\nfuh eat eh bittle. Buh Monkey slip down de tree an mek track fuh him\nhouse. Wen eh meet eh wife an chillun, an show um eh tail wuh bite off,\nan tell um wuh eh bin tru, dem all mek er great miration, an dem all\nconclude dem know nuff bout trouble, an yent want see um no mo. Bad\nplan fuh people fuh hunt trouble wen trouble yent der hunt dem.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XIX.\n\n                      BUH ELEPHANT AN BUH ROOSTER.\n\nBuh Elephant, him bin know Buh Rooster berry well. Dem blan roam\ntogerrur, an Buh Rooster blan wake Buh Elephant duh mornin, so eh kin\nhunt eh bittle befo de jew dry.\n\nDem bin a talk togerrur one day, an Buh Elephant, him bet Buh Rooster\nsay him kin eat longer ner him. Buh Rooster, him tek de bet, an dem tun\nin nex mornin, wen de sun jis bin a git up, fuh see who guine win de\nbet. Buh Elephant, him gedder leaf an grass, an eat an eat tel eh full\nan cant eat no mo. Buh Rooster, him sarche de grass fuh seed an wurrum,\nan eh pick an eat. Wen Buh Elephant done full, an der tan onder de tree\nduh flop eh yez, eh see Buh Rooster, dist es spry, duh walk bout an der\nswaller seed an grasshopper an wurrum same luk eh dis biggin fuh eat.\nBuh Elephant gib up. Eh fine eh yent de man wid de bigges belly wuh kin\neat de longes.\n\n\n\n\n                                   XX.\n\n                         DE PO MAN AN DE SNAKE.\n\nOne po Man bin er mek eh libbin long split shingle an cut timber in\nde swamp. Him hab wife, but no chillun. Ebry day, from sunrise tel\nsundown, eh day in de swamp der cut. Try eh bes, eh scacely kin mek\nbread fuh eat.\n\nOne berry big Snake--de farruh er all dem tarruh snake wuh lib in\nde swamp--notus de po man. Eh see how hard eh wuk an how little eh\nmek, and eh tek pity on um. One ebenin, dis befo de po man knock off\nwuk, dis snake crawl up ter de log way de man bin er chop, an eh say:\n\u201cBudder, how you der mek out?\u201d De man mek answer: \u201cMe yent mek out wut.\nMe der wuk in dis swamp from sunrise tel dark, day een an day out, an\ntry me bes, me scacely kin mek bittle nough fuh me an me wife fuh eat.\u201d\nDen de snake, him say: \u201cMe sorry fuh you, an me willin fuh help you.\u201d\nDe man tenk um, an ax um how eh guine help um. De snake say: \u201cYou got\nany chillun?\u201d De man say: \u201cNo.\u201d De snake quire: \u201cYou hab wife?\u201d De man\nsay: \u201cYes.\u201d De snake say: \u201cKin you keep secret from you wife?\u201d De man\nmek answer say eh kin. Buh Snake tell um eh faid fuh truss um; but wen\nde man bague de snake berry hard fuh try um, de snake gree fuh do so.\nDen de snake tell um eh guine gen um some money nex day, but eh mussne\ntell eh wife way eh git de money. De man mek strong prommus, and so dem\npart.\n\nDe nex day, jis befo de po man done task, de snake crawl up. Eh belly\nan eh mouf puff out. Eh spit two quart er silber money on de groun dist\nin front er de po man, an eh say: \u201cYou member wuh me bin tell you las\nebenin? Well, yuh some money me fotch fuh help you. Tek um, but member\nef you tell you wife way you git um, er who gen um ter you, eh yent\nguine do you no good, an you guine dead a po man.\u201d De man so glad fuh\ngit de money eh say: \u201cTenky, tenky, tenky, me budder; me neber guine\ntell nobody way me git all dis money.\u201d Arter eh leff de swamp fuh gone\nhome, de snake spicion say eh bin guine go back on eh prommus an tell\neh wife: so eh mek up eh mine fuh foller um an see wuh happne.\n\nEh bin dark wen eh retch de man house. Eh crawl up, an eh leddown dist\nonder de winder, way him kin yeddy all de wud wuh talk in de house. De\nman wife bin a tun roun an der cook supper. Arter him an eh husbun done\neat, eh husbun say: \u201cMe bin hab big luck ter-day: looker dis money.\u201d\nDen eh pull out de silber and spread um on de table. Eh wife stonish.\nEh wife glad, an eh say: \u201cTell me way you bin git all dis money.\u201d De\nman say: \u201cFren gen um ter me.\u201d Eh wife say: \u201cWuh fren?\u201d De man say him\nprommus no fuh tell. De wife say but eh mus tell um, an eh bague so\nhard tel de man done furgit eh prommus, an eh up an mek um sensible how\nde ting all happne. Den eh wife say: \u201cDat snake must hab eh belly full\ner silber money, an me tell you wuh you do ter-morruh. Wen de snake\ncome fuh talk long you, you pick you chance an chop eh head off long\nyou ax, an tek all de money outer um.\u201d Eh husbun gree fur do dist is\nhim say.\n\nBuh Snake, him yeddy ebry wud dem talk, an eh gone to him house in de\nswamp berry bex case de man wuh eh bin befren shouldder gone back on eh\nprommus and mek bad bargain fuh kill um.\n\nDe nex day de man watch fuh de snake. Wen de sun duh lean fuh down, an\nde man bin a try fuh split one big log, Buh Snake crawl up long sider\nde log an show ehself ter de man. Dem talk togerrur; an de snake ax\nde man: \u201cYou bin show you wife de money wuh me bin gen you?\u201d De man\nanswer: \u201cYes, me yiz.\u201d An den eh ax um: \u201cYou bin tell you wife way you\nbin git um?\u201d De man say: \u201cNo.\u201d De snake ax um gen: \u201cYou sho you no bin\ntell um you git um long me?\u201d De man say: \u201cMe tell you one time ready.\nWuh mek you ax me dat questun gen? You tink me duh lie?\u201d Wid dat, eh\nmek eh lick fuh chop de snake head off. De snake bin hab eh yeye on um,\nan eh draw back gin de log. De ax miss de snake, an glance back off de\nlog an cut de man own leg off. De po man holler fuh somebody fuh come\nfuh help um. Eh day way in de swamp out er yearin, an noboddy yeddy.\nWen eh duh bleed ter det, an dis befo eh dead, Buh Snake, him say ter\num: \u201cEnty me bin tell you, wen me gen you dat silber money, ef you tell\nyou wife way you git um you guine dead one po man? You prommus me you\nguine keep de secret. Steader dat, you gone home ter you wife, an you\nshow um de money, an you tell um way you git um. Mo na dat: you an him\nfix plan fuh kill me wuh bin you fren, an rob me outer wuh money me\nhab leff. Now you see de jedgment wuh come topper you. In try fuh chop\nme head off, you cut you own foot off. You gwine dead in dis yer wood.\nNo man ner ooman gwine fine you. Buzzud gwine eat you.\u201d\n\nEh happne dis is de snake say. De man broke eh wud, an eh dead a po man.\n\nAnybody wuh gwine back on eh prommus, an try fuh harm de pusson wuh\ndone um a faber, sho ter meet up wid big trouble.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXI.\n\n                LEELY GAL, BUH ALLIGATUR, AN DE JAY-BUD.\n\nA leely Gal bin a gwine home. Eh come ter de ribber bank, an no boat\nday fuh him fuh git cross. Eh dunno wuffer do. Eh seddown. Eh cry. Day\nbinner gwine. Alligatur yeddy um, an eh come day, an eh ax de leely\nGal wuh de matter. De leely Gal tell um. Den de Alligatur say: \u201cEf\nyou prommus no fuh tell who cahr you ober de ribber, me will pit you\ncross.\u201d De leely Gal prommus, an de Alligatur tek um on eh back and\nferry um ober all safe.\n\nDe nex day de Alligatur duh sun ehself on de ribber bank, an eh yeddy\ner woice say: \u201cYaller-belly Alligatur ferry me ober. Yaller-belly\nAlligatur ferry me ober.\u201d Eh listne. Eh tink say de leely Gal bin a\ntalk, an dat eh bin broke eh prommus. Eh notus close, an wen eh yeddy\nde woice gen eh see er Blue-Jay bin er talk um een de tree. Dat same\nBlue-Jay bin day de ebenin befo, an bin er see an er yeddy all wuh\nhappne, but de leely Gal an de Alligatur nebber bin know.\n\nDe Jay-Bud keep a holler: \u201cYaller-belly Alligatur ferry me ober.\u201d De\nAlligatur call to de Jay-Bud, an eh quire: \u201cWudder dat you say?\u201d An de\nJay-Bud keep a sing: \u201cYaller-belly Alligatur ferry me ober.\u201d Alligatur,\nhim say: \u201cMe hard er yearin. Come close, so me kin yeddy you song.\u201d\nDe Bud fly down dist by Buh Alligatur, an eh sing gen: \u201cYaller-belly\nAlligatur ferry me ober.\u201d Buh Alligatur yeddy um berry well, but eh so\nbex say de Bud done fine out, an der talk eh secret, dat eh want fuh\nkill um sho. So eh say gen: \u201cMe tell you me deef; come close; set on me\nnose, so me kin yeddy wuh you duh sing.\u201d De fool Bud come an light on\neh nose, an eh holler gen: \u201cYaller-belly Alligatur ferry me ober.\u201d De\nwud yent leff eh mouf befo Buh Alligatur trow open him mouf an ketch\num, an chaw de life outer um.\n\nBad plan fur stranger fuh meddle long tarruh people bidness.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXII.\n\n                  DE CAT, DE RAT, DE CHEESE, AN DE FOX.\n\nDe Cat an de Rat, dem fine one big piece er cheese een er closet. Dem\ncahr um way fuh share um. Dem cant gree how eh fuh dewide, an dem call\neen de Fox fuh jedge between um.\n\nDe Fox, eh berry cunnin, an eh nebber furgit ehself. Eh bring eh\nscale, an eh pit de cheese een um. Den eh tek eh knife an eh cut off\nbig piece, an eh pit um one side an eh say dis fuh de jedge. Den eh\nweigh de cheese gen een de scale, an eh tek um out an eh cut off narrur\nslice, an eh pit um one side an eh say dat fuh de jedge.\n\nBy dis time eh done tek mo ner half de cheese. Wen eh pit de cheese\nback een de scale, an hole um up gen, Buh Cat an Buh Rat, dem bofe call\nout: \u201cHole on, Jedge! Dis ting wrong. You gwine tek all we cheese an\nleff we none.\u201d Buh Fox, him berry bex, on eh gedder de cheese an eh\nfole up eh scale, an eh holler out: \u201cBegone, you rogue. You lib pon\ntief, an you gwine tell me how fer do jestice? Good fuh you me only tek\nde cheese, an leh you go wid you life. Me great mine fuh kill you bofe.\u201d\n\nWid dat, Buh Cat an Buh Rat, dem leff, an Buh Fox, wuh bin de jedge,\neat all de cheese.\n\nWen tief git plunder, better fuh dem fuh share um mongst demself den\ntrus ter call een bigger rogue fur dewide um.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXIII.\n\n                   BUH RABBIT AN DE TARRUH BEASTISES.\n\nAll de animel conjunct togedder fuh buil house an gedder dem winter\nperwision. Buh Rabbit prommus fuh help, but wen dem call pon um fuh\nhelp tote de pole and de bresh, him mek scuse, say him wife berry sick\nand him bleege fuh tay home an nuss um. All dis bin a lie. Buh Rabbit,\nhim scheemy an lazy. Eh always ready fuh mek big brag bout wuh him\ngwine do, but eh nebber does come up ter eh wud. Eh hate fuh wuk, an eh\nlub fuh lib offer tarruh people labuh.\n\nWen de house done buil, de animel, dem fetch ebry man eh own perwision,\nan pack um way een eh own place way eh kin git um wen fros fall, an de\ngrass done dead, an de tree done drap eh leaf an eh fruit. De Possum,\nhim bring an pile up pussimmun. De Squirle fetch eh hickry not an eh\nacorn. De Deer, de Elephant, de Cow, dem gedder an pack way grass an\nleaf. De Lion and de Tiger an de Wolf an all dem animel wuh lib offer\nmeat, dem ketch dem meat and dry um, an bring um an pit um way een\nde house. De Bud, dem bring dem seed an dem wurrum. De Cooter, him\nhab him corner too, an eh full um long him bittle. Wen ebry body done\ngedder eh perwision, dem shet de do an gone ter dem house fuh ten ter\ndem bidness an wait tel winter come, wen dem gwine lib offer wuh dem\nbin pit way. Buh Rabbit, him bin a dodge bout way nobody kin shum, duh\nnotus wuh gwine on, an bin a mek eh plan.\n\nSoon es de house full, an de do shet, an ebry body leff, eh slip een de\nhouse an pit eh yeye on ebry ting, an mek up eh mine fuh lib topper wuh\nall dem people bin gedder. Eh fix one bed fur ehself. Eh gedder water\nin piggin an calabash fuh lass um, an den eh git two oncommon big horn,\nan eh gone eenside an fassen up de do, an mek ehself saterfy. Eh lib\nday, eh eat, eh sleep, eh pledjur ehself, an eh fine eh bittle right\nter eh han. Dis wuh Buh Rabbit lub. Nuttne mek um so merry es to lib\noffer tarruh people.\n\nFros fall, an de animel biggin fuh tink bout dem perwision wuh dem bin\nlay up een de house. Fus come de Deer, an eh try fuh open de do fuh\ngit ter him pile er grass. De do fastne. Buh Deer couldnt mek out how\ndat. Eh knock ter de do. Eh knock. Eh knock. Bimeby Buh Rabbit--wuh\nbin a yeddy um all de time--tek eh horn, an eh talk tru um fuh mek er\nwoice big, an eh say: \u201cWudduh dat?\u201d Buh Deer, him sorter skittish, an\neh faid fuh trus ehself, an de big woice kinder skade um, but eh mek\nout fuh answer: \u201cDuh me, Buh Deer.\u201d Den Buh Rabbit talk tru eh horn:\n\u201cWuh you want yuh, anyhow?\u201d Buh Deer answer: \u201cMe want fuh come een fuh\ngit me bittle wuh me bin pit way fuh me fuh eat der winter.\u201d Buh Rabbit\nanswer loud tru eh horn: \u201cYou cant come een.\u201d Buh Deer quire: \u201cWho you\nday eenside?\u201d Den Buh Rabbit tek eh biggis horn, an eh holler tru um so\nloud eh mek de house shake: \u201cBetter man den ebber bin yuh befo.\u201d\n\nDe woice so sewere Buh Deer skade, an eh leff, an eh gone tell all\ndem tarruh animel say big Sperit gone tek de house way dem perwision\ndone gedder. De animel stonish, an dem all conclude fuh go een gang\nter de house an fine out wuh de ting yiz. Wen dem all gedder, dem\ntell de Lion--wuh bin de king beast--fuh quire bout who day eenside.\nBuh Lion, him gone ter de do. All de beastises tan roun fuh yeddy wuh\ngwine happne. Buh Lion knock. No answer. Eh knock gen. No answer. Den\neh say: \u201cWho duh dat day een yuh?\u201d Buh Rabbit graff eh big horn, an\neh answer back tru um wid all eh strenk: \u201cBetter man den ebber bin yuh\nbefo.\u201d De woice soun so outlandish, an eh come wid sich er big noise,\nde beastises all conclude wuh Buh Deer bin tell dem bin so, an dat de\nSperit, him bin tek persession er de house. Dem faid fuh bus een de do,\nan dem all gree fuh leff. Dem did leff, an dem yent fine out tel dis\nday dat eh been Buh Rabbit wuh fool um, an dat no Sperit bin day none\ntall.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXIV.\n\n                   BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT, AN DE BUTTER.\n\nBuh Wolf, him hire Buh Rabbit fuh help um wuk eh crap. Eh crap, eh day\neen de grass, an Buh Wolf faid eh gwine loss um. Befo dem state der\nfiel, Buh Rabbit notus say Buh Wolf hab een him house er nice pan er\nfresh butter. Eh mout water fuh git some, but eh shame fuh bague Buh\nWolf. Buh Rabbit, him berry lub fuh tief, an eh mek eh plan fuh git\nsome er dat butter.\n\nBuh Wolf an Buh Rabbit done gone der fiel an tun een fuh wuk. De sun\nhot, an befo long Buh Rabbit biggin fuh drap behine. Den all ob er\nsutten eh trow down eh hoe, an eh look way off, an eh cock up eh yez,\nan eh holler out: \u201cMe yeddy you. Me duh comin.\u201d Buh Wolf, him tun roun,\nan eh say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, wuh you duh do? You mus be der tun fool. Nobody\nduh call you.\u201d Buh Rabbit, him mek answer: \u201cSomebody yiz bin er call\nme, an me know who dem yiz, an wuffer dem duh call me. Enty you sabe me\nduh preacher? Well, me prommus fuh bactize er chile dis berry hour, an\nme mus go fuh keep me pintment.\u201d \u201cBerry well,\u201d answer Buh Wolf, \u201cdont\nyou loss no time, fuh dis crap want wuk berry bad.\u201d\n\nBuh Rabbit hop off luk eh bin gwine in anarruh direction from dat\nwuh lead to Buh Wolf house. Wen eh git een de wood, eh slip roun\nonbeknowinst ter Buh Wolf, an gone een him house an eat hebby outer de\npan er butter. Eh wipe eh mouf, an eh sukkle back tell eh git ter de\nplace een de fiel way eh bin leff eh hoe. Eh seem berry merry, an wen\nBuh Wolf ax um ef he done bactize de chile, eh say yes. Den Buh Wolf ax\num wuh dem bin name de chile, an Buh Rabbit tell um say dem bin call um\n_Fus Biginnin_.\n\nBuh Wolf an Buh Rabbit wuk on. Dem binner hoe tetter. De butter sweeten\nBuh Rabbit. Him couldnt stop from tink topper um. Eh biggin fuh want\nmo. De mo eh study bout um de slower eh wuk. Buh Wolf call ter um an\ntell um fuh hurry. Buh Rabbit mek answer an say eh yiz duh hurry.\nBless you soul! een a little while Buh Rabbit, him drap eh hoe an eh\nholler out: \u201cYou right; me bin mose furgit; me comin right off.\u201d Buh\nWolf, him stonish, an eh say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, you must be loss you sense;\nwho you duh holler teh? Nobody duh call you.\u201d Buh Rabbit mek answer:\n\u201cSomebody yiz bin a call me. Enty you yeddy um?\u201d Buh Wolf say: \u201cNo, me\nno yeddy.\u201d Den Buh Rabbit up an tell um say eh hab gagement fur bactize\nnurrur chile at dis berry hour, an eh mose bin furgit bout um tell\neh murrer an eh farruh holler ter um outer de wood an member um. Buh\nWolf mek jection gainst Buh Rabbit gwine, but wen Buh Rabbit tell um\nde chile gwine loss ef eh no git bactize, Buh Wolf lem go. Buh Rabbit\ndo dist iz eh bin done befo. Eh gone een Buh Wolf house, eh tek down\nde pan gen, an eh eat mona half de butter. Wen eh ketch de fiel, Buh\nWolf ax um ef eh done bactize tarruh chile, an eh answer eh yiz. Buh\nWolf say: \u201cDuh him duh gal er boy?\u201d Buh Rabbit mek answer say: \u201cHim duh\ngal.\u201d \u201cWuh eh name?\u201d questun Buh Wolf. \u201c_Half-way_,\u201d answer Buh Rabbit.\n\nDem wuk on tel de sun biggin fuh lean een de wes. Buh Rabbit still duh\nstudy bout dat butter. Eh yent willin fuh go ter eh home an leff any\nbehine. So een de tree hour eh pit eh han up ter eh yez an eh listne.\nDen eh holler out de turd time, an eh say: \u201cGo on, me duh comin.\u201d Buh\nWolf ax um. \u201cWay you duh gwine now? Enty you done bactize chillun?\u201d Buh\nRabbit tell um eh hab one mo fuh bactize befo sun down, but eh wunt\ntek um long becase eh lib close by. Den Buh Rabbit slip roun ter Buh\nWolf house an clean up de las er de butter. Eh yent leff one grain een\nde pan.\n\nWen eh git back Buh Wolf say: \u201cYou bactize dat chillun een er hurry;\nwuh eh name?\u201d Buh Rabbit up an tell um say eh name _Scrapin er de\nbottom_. Buh Wolf, him nebber bin spicion wuh Buh Rabbit bin up teh. De\ntime come fuh knock off wuk, an wen Buh Wolf want fuh dock Buh Rabbit\nfuh de time eh loss wen eh bin gone fuh bactize dem tree chillun, Buh\nRabbit plead so harde case him bin preacher, dat Buh Wolf, him furgib\num an pay um eh full wager. Den eh inwite Buh Rabbit fuh come long um\nan tek supper wid um. But Buh Rabbit scuse ehself, an light out fer him\nhouse, an leff Buh Wolf een de fiel. Buh Rabbit berry scheemy. Eh know\nsay ef eh did bin gone home wid Buh Wolf eh would er see eh track, an\nfine out who eat eh butter, an dat eh would er lick um.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXV.\n\n                         DE EAGLE AN EH CHILLUN.\n\nDe Eagle, him duh er wise bud. Eh mek eh nes on one tall pine tree\nclose de ribber, er de sea, way nuttne kin git at um. Eh saterfy wid\ntwo chillun. Eh tek good care er um. Ebry hour eh fetch um snake an\nfish, an eh garde um from win an rain an fowl-hawk, an mek um grow fas.\nWen eh wing kibber wid fedder an eh strong nough fur fly, wuh Buh Eagle\ndo? Eh wunt leff dem chillun een de nes fuh lazy an lib pon topper eh\nfarruh an eh murrer, but eh tek um on eh wing, an eh sail ober de sea,\nan eh tell eh chillun: \u201cDe time come fuh you fuh mek you own libbin.\nMe feed you long nough. Now you haffer look out fuh youself.\u201d Wid dat,\neh fly from onder dem, an de noung bud, wen eh fine out eh murrer yent\ngwine cahr um no furder, an dat dem haffer shif fuh demself, dem try eh\nwing an sail off een de element duh hunt bittle.\n\nPeople orter tek notus er Buh Eagle an do jes es him do. Wen you\nchillun git big nough fuh wuk, mek um wuk. Dont leh um set bout de\nhouse duh do nuttne, an duh spek eh farruh an eh murrer fuh fine bittle\nan cloze fuh um. Ef you does, you chillun gwine mek you shame, an eh\nwill tun out berry triflin. Eh will keep you dead po, too.\n\nDo same luk Buh Eagle. Mine you chillun well wen dem leetle; an soon es\ndem big nough fuh wuk, mek um wuk.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXVI.\n\n                   CHANTICLEER AN DE BAN-YAD ROOSTER.\n\nYou nebber bin see er finer bud den Buh Chanticleer. Eh fedder eh\nglisten same luk silber een de sun. Eh step so high, an eh yent faid\nnuttne. Wen eh crow you could yeddy um all tru de settlement. De hen\nall lub um, an run ter um wenebber him call. Eh can lick all dem tarruh\nrooster; an jist es soon es eh mek motion at dem, dem run.\n\nBefo eh bin fine um out fuh true, day bin er big yaller Rooster een\nde gang wuh try fuh spute Buh Chanticleer, an mek eh brag say eh kin\nlick um. Dem fight. De big yaller Rooster couldnt tan up befo Buh\nChanticleer. Eh gaff um, eh pick um een eh back, eh knock um ober, an\neh run um out de yad.\n\nArter dat, de yaller Rooster faid fuh come nigh Buh Chanticleer. Eh run\nebry time eh see Buh Chanticleer duh walk towuds um, but eh hab a way\nfuh debble Buh Chanticleer. Eh go way off, an ebry time eh yeddy Buh\nChanticleer flap eh wing an crow, him do de same. Soon a mornin wen Buh\nChanticleer crow fuh day, de big yaller Rooster, him crow too. De ting\nbodder Buh Chanticleer, an eh want fuh kill um. Eh try hard fuh fine\nout way eh roose. One day one er de hen wuh blanks ter Buh Chanticleer\nfambly mek um sensible jist way de yaller Rooster blan roose. Den Buh\nChanticleer, him sen fuh Buh Fox. Eh come, an Buh Chanticleer ax um\nsay: \u201cYou want one fat Rooster fuh eat?\u201d Buh Fox, him answer: \u201cYes, me\nberry glad fuh git um, an heap er tenky ter you too.\u201d\n\nDen Buh Chanticleer tell um fuh come de fus moon-shiny night, an him\nwill show um way eh kin git a good supper. Buh Fox happy, an eh prommus\nfuh come. Eh did come de fus moon-shiny night, an Buh Chanticleer gone\nlong um an pint out de big yaller Rooster duh sleep een one low cedar\ntree. Buh Fox creep up easy, an graff um an eat um. Wen eh done eat um,\nan eh duh lick eh mout, Buh Chanticleer ax um: \u201cHow you luk um?\u201d Buh\nFox mek answer: \u201cMe luk um berry well. Eh bin fat. Eh meat sweet. Me\nluk um summuch me want mo.\u201d Wid dat, an befo Buh Chanticleer kin mek\nout wuh eh tend fuh do, eh jump pon topper Buh Chanticleer, an mash um\nter det, an eat um up.\n\nWen you want somebody fuh do you sarbis, call pon you fren, but dont\ntrus you eenemy fuh done um.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXVII.\n\n                      BUH RABBIT AN DE GROUN-MOLE.\n\nDay nebber bin a man wuh kin equel Buh Rabbit fuh mek plan fuh lib\noffer tarruh people bedout wuk isself. Groun-mole, bin berry tick. On\nebry side dem bin er root up de tetter patch, and stroy pinder. Nobody\nknow how fuh ketch um, case eh wuk onder de groun, an wen you go fuh\nfine um eh yent dedday.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him see eh chance, an eh tell ebry body him know how fuh\nstroy um. De ting come ter Buh Wolf yez, an eh sen fuh Buh Rabbit. Buh\nRabbit gone ter Buh Wolf, an eh tell um yes, him hab plan fuh clear\nde fiel er Groun-mole, an dat him wunt charge Buh Wolf nuttne but him\nboard an lodgment wile him duh ketch an kill de Groun-mole. Buh Wolf,\nhim say Buh Rabbit berry kine, an eh gree fuh fine um. Den Buh Wolf hab\none nice bed mek up fuh Buh Rabbit, an eh tell eh wife fuh feed um well.\n\nBuh Wolf hab some bidness wuh call um way from home, an eh spec fuh\ngone bout one week. Eh leff Buh Rabbit fuh clean de Groun-mole outer eh\nfiel, an den eh gone. Buh Rabbit, him well saterfy. Ebry mornin, arter\nbrukwus, eh mobe off luk eh bin gwine ter Buh Wolf fiel, an nobody shum\ntel dinner time. Arter eh done eat er hebby dinner, eh gone gen tel\nsupper time, wen eh come back an eat er hebby supper, an den eh leddown\nder bed.\n\nNobody kin see any Groun-mole wuh Buh Rabbit der ketch, but eh tell\nBuh Wolf wife dat eh bin er kill heap er dem ebry day, an dat eh gwine\nsoon clear de fiel. De ting gone on dis way tel Buh Wolf tun home. Wen\neh retch eh house eh quire bout Buh Rabbit, an eh wife tell um wuh Buh\nRabbit bin er say an er do, an dat Buh Rabbit gone der fiel dist arter\nbrukwus. Buh Wolf say him gwine see fuh ehself wuh Buh Rabbit duh do,\nan wuh plan eh fix fuh ketch de Groun-mole.\n\nWen eh git der fiel eh look up an down, an eh yent see no sign er Buh\nRabbit. Eh notus eh crap, an de Groun-mole duh eat um wus den nebber.\nEh sarche fuh Buh Rabbit track, an eh cant shum no way. Buh Wolf mek up\neh mine dat Buh Rabbit yent do de fus ting een de fiel. De sun hot. Buh\nWolf gone een de edge er de wood, an day eh come pon topper Buh Rabbit\ntretch out een er bed wuh eh bin mek outer pine straw onder one tree,\nfas tersleep. Eh yent bin study bout Buh Wolf, er de Groun-mole wuh bin\ner bodder de fiel. Buh Wolf slip up, an eh graff um tight. Buh Rabbit\nso skade eh furgit fuh lie, an Buh Wolf mek um confess eh yent know how\nfuh ketch Groun-mole, dat eh nebber did kill none, an dat eh bin lib\noffer Buh Wolf bittle ebber sence eh leff.\n\nBuh Wolf, him so bex eh git grape wine an eh tie Buh Rabbit han an\nfoot, an eh lick um tel eh tired. All dis time Buh Rabbit bin eh holler\nan er bague. At lenk Buh Wolf loose um, an run um offer de place.\n\nEh yent offen Buh Rabbit ketch at him trick, but eh meet eh match dis\ntime.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXVIII.\n\n                       BUH RABBIT AN DE ROCK-SOUP.\n\nAnurrer way Buh Rabbit hab fuh mek eh libbin bedout wuk bin dis. Eh hab\neen eh pocket er pooty, smoode rock, bout de size ob er tukrey agg. Wid\ndem people wuh no quaintun wid um eh pass ehself off fuh er fus-class\ncook, an eh tell um say eh hab one rock wuh mek pruppus fuh gie soup de\nbes tase; an dat de soup wuh mek long dat rock sweeter den all edder\nsoup.\n\nEh gone ter Buh Bear house, an Buh Bear hearky ter um, an gage um fuh\nmek some soup long eh rock. Buh Rabbit pit on de pot, an eh bile water\neen um long de stone. Den eh call fuh meat, an wegetable, an all kind\ner seaznin, an eh stir um an eh cook um all togerrur, an eh did mek er\nnice soup. Eh fool Buh Bear, an eh mek um bliebe say eh bin de rock\nwuh gib sich er rich flaber ter de soup, wen de fac bin say de rock\nyent hab nuttne fuh do long um, but de tarruh ting wuh gone een de pot,\ndem duh de ting wuh mek de soup. Buh Rabbit git big dinner at Buh Bear\nhouse dat day.\n\nAnurrer time, wen eh bin berry hongry, eh gone ter Buh Cooter house, an\neh fool um same fashion, an eh git er hebby dinner day too.\n\nEh do dis way fuh some time, guine from house teh house.\n\nAt lenk eh miss an gone ter Buh Fox house, an tell um bout eh\nrock-soup. Buh Fox, him no fool. Him duh er smate man, an eh see tru de\nting right off. But eh yent leh Buh Rabbit see dat eh spicion anyting,\nan eh tell um fuh go head an mek eh soup. Eh han out wuhebber Buh\nRabbit call fuh, an eh wait topper um tel de soup done. Den eh tase um,\nan wen eh fine eh tase same luk any edder soup mek long de ting wuh eh\nhan Buh Rabbit fuh pit een de pot, eh tek Buh Rabbit rock, an eh trow\num down de well, an eh cuss Buh Rabbit fur er swindler, an mek um shame\nbefo all eh fambly, an mek um leff.\n\nBuh Rabbit an Buh Fox, bofe er dem berry cunnin, but dis time Buh Fox\nhim cunnin moner Buh Rabbit.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXIX.\n\n                         DE TWO FREN AN DE BEAR.\n\nTwo fren, dem bin a mek one journey togerruh. Dem haffer go tru one\ntick swamp wuh full er bear an edder warmint. Dem prommus fuh tan ter\none anurrer, an help one anurrer out ef de warmint should tack dem. Dem\nyent bin git half way tru de swamp wen one big black Bear jump outer de\nbush an mek fur dem. Steader one er dem tan fur help fight um, eh leff\neh fren an clime one tree. De tarruh fren bin yeddy say Bear no gwine\neat dead people, so him leddown on de groun, an hole eh bref, an shet\neh yeye, an mek out say him bin dead. De Bear come up ter um, an smell\num, an tun um ober, an try fuh ketch eh bref. Wen eh fine eh cant ketch\neh bref, eh gone off leely way an eh watch um. Den eh tun back an smell\num gen, an notus um close. At lenk eh mek up eh mine say de man bin\ndead fuh true; an wid dat eh leff um fuh good an gone back der wood.\nAll dis time de tarruh fren duh squinch ehself up een de tree duh watch\nwuh bin gwine on. Eh dat skade eh wunt do nuttne fuh help eh fren, er\ntry fuh run de Bear off.\n\nWen eh fine de Bear done gone fuh sho, eh holler ter him fren say:\n\u201cWuh de Bear bin tell you? Him an you seem luk you bin hab close\ncombersation.\u201d Den eh fren mek answer: \u201cEh bin tell me nebber fuh trus\nnobody wuh call ehself fren, an wuh gwine run luk er coward soon es\ntrouble come.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXX.\n\n                           DE OLE MAN AN DET.\n\nOne Ole Man bin berry tired long wuk. Him want fuh stop an tek eh\npledjur all day een him house. Eh bex long de Buckra wuh gie um task,\nan mek um ten ter um. Eh constant duh pray, so people kin yeddy um, dat\nDet would come an cahr way eh Mossa, an eh Mistis, an de Obersheer.\nDe Obersheer him yeddy wuh de Ole Man bin a pray fuh, an eh tell de\nMossa, an dem fix plan fuh hab fun long de Ole Man. Wen night come, an\nebryting on de plantation done gone bed, de Mossa, him tek one long\nwhite gown wuh ketch down ter eh foot, an eh pit um on, an eh gone ter\nde Ole Man house. Eh push de do open, an day bin de Ole Man duh siddown\non eh bench duh nod by de fire. De Ole Man yeddy say some body come\nter him do, an wen eh tun roun fuh look, eh see one tall somebody all\nwrop up head an yez een white. Eh git skade, an tink duh Sperit. Eh\nquire: \u201cWho duh dat?\u201d De Sperit, wuh bin de Mossa dress up een de white\ngown wuh kibber um all ober, mek answer way down een him troat: \u201cDuh\nme, Det, wuh you bin a pray fuh.\u201d Den de Ole Man say: \u201cYou come fuh\nMossa?\u201d De Sperit shake eh head. Eh say gen: \u201cYou come fuh Mistis?\u201d De\nSperit shake eh head gen. De Ole Man quire gen: \u201cDen you musser come\nfuh de Obersheer?\u201d De Sperit shake eh head gen. De Ole Man rale skade\nnow, an eh study fuh leely while, an den eh questun gen: \u201cEf you no\ncome fuh Mossa, ner Mistis, ner de Obersheer, who de Debbie you come\nfuh?\u201d Den de Sperit, eh bow eh head low an eh mek answer: \u201cMe come fuh\nyou.\u201d De Ole Man hair rise. Eh git up. Eh bus tru de back do. Eh run\ntru de gaden, an eh mek fuh de wood. Nobody yent shum tel arter brukwus\nnext mornin, an den eh tell ebry body say Det bin come fur um last\nnight, but dat him bin dodge um. Arter dat nobody ebber yeddy um mek no\nmo prayer bout Det.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXXI.\n\n                           DE KING AN EH RING.\n\nOne time dere was a King wuh bin done git marry, an eh bin hab one fine\nRing wuh him bin call eh gagement Ring. Dat King, him bin hab tree\nserbant wuh wait bout him table, an clean him shoes, an do wuhebber\nhim want um fuh do. Dem bin tek tun een clean de shoes. One clean um\none mornin, anurrur one clean um nex mornin, an de edder one clean um\nde nex. One er dem serbant tief de King Ring. De King try fuh fine out\nwhich one er de tree bin tek um, an eh fail. Dem wunt tell topper one\nanurrur, an de ting bodder de King berry bad. Eh faid say ef eh cant\ngit back eh gagement Ring all eh good luck gwine leff um. Eh call een\neh fren an wise man fuh help um pint out de tief an fine dat Ring, an\ndem cant.\n\nOne day de King notus er strange man duh walk bout him gaden, an eh\nsen an hab um brung ter um. Wen eh questun um, de man tell um say him\nbin a po man, an dat eh mek eh libbin by cunjur. De King tell um eh\nbin dis de man eh duh hunt fur, an eh want um fuh fine eh Ring. Eh mek\num quaintun bout wen de Ring tuk, an who eh tink tief um; an eh say\neh gwine gie um fibe day time fuh pint out de man wuh bin tek de Ring,\nan mek um tun um. Mo na dat, eh prommus um big money ef eh git back de\nRing widin de fibe day; but eh treaten um fuh kill um ef eh fail fuh\nfine um eenside dat time. Eh charge eh serbant fuh tek good care er de\nconjur man, an feed um high.\n\nDe rale name er dis cunjur man bin _Robin_, but him yent bin gib dis\nname ter de King.\n\nDe cunjur man try fuh fine out de tief, but eh miss. Four day gone,\nan de Ring yent fine. De cunjur man, him berry sad, an eh faid say eh\ngwine fail, an de King gwine tek eh head off.\n\nDe mornin ob de fibe day de King git up soon, an pledjur ehself by\ntek er walk een eh gaden. Wile eh duh tan onder one berry tree, one\nrobin-red-bres, wuh bin er eat de berry, choke an fall der groun. De\nKing pick um up, an eh dead in eh han. Den eh tek um, an wrop um up\neen eh henkerchef, an pit um een eh hat. Eh sen fuh de cunjur man, an\neh tell um eh time mose out, an dat ef eh no fine de Ring by sundown\neh gwine kill um. Eh say ter um, mo\u00f6ber, dat eh doubt um, an dat eh\nyent bliebe eh kin cunjur none tall; dat ef eh kin cunjur eh mus tell\num right off wuh eh got een him hat. De cunjur man so skade eh yent say\nnuttne cept pity ehself, an say: \u201cPo Robin! Po Robin!\u201d De King tek um\nsay eh bin mean de bud, an eh confidance rise, an eh mek answer: \u201cYou\nright, me yiz hab one robin een me hat; an becase you tell true, me\ngwine gie you six day mo fuh fine out who tief de Ring.\u201d De cunjur man\nrale glad, an de ting mek de King an all eh fren an de serbant bliebe\nsay eh kin cunjur fur true. De tree serbant wuh bin een cohoot fuh tief\nde Ring, an wuh bin know all bout um, biggin fuh faid say dem bin gwine\nfuh git fine out.\n\nDe nex mornin, wen one er dem serbant come down wid de King shoes, de\ncunjur man pint eh finger at um an eh say: \u201cYou duh one er de tief.\u201d De\nman look condemn, but eh mek answer, say: \u201cHim yent.\u201d De nex mornin wen\nde tarrur serbant fetch de King shoes down fuh clean um, de cunjur man\npint him finger at um an eh say: \u201cYou duh nudder one er dem tief.\u201d De\nman rale skade, but eh schway say him yent know nuttne bout de Ring. De\nnex mornin wen de edder serbant duh clean de King shoes, de cunjur man\ngone up ter um an pint eh finger right een eh face, an eh say: \u201cYou duh\nde tird man wuh know bout dis Ring an help fuh tief um.\u201d De man yeye\nfall, but him wouldnt confess.\n\nDat same ebenin all tree dem serbant, dem come ter de cunjur man an\nfetch de Ring, an confess say dem been tek um, an dem bague de cunjur\nman fuh fix plan fuh clear dem. Him so glad him git de Ring him prommus\nfuh do dist as dem say. So eh tell dem fuh fetch one big tukrey-gobbler\nter um. Dem gone an ketch de biggis een de gang, an brung um ter de\ncunjur man. Eh tek de Ring an eh mix um long cornflour, an eh poke em\neen de tukrey-gobbler craw. Den eh mark de bud so him kin know um gen,\nan eh tun um loose.\n\nDe cunjur man, him gone right off ter de King, an eh tell um say him\nkin pint out way de Ring day. De King, him berry glad, an eh collec all\nhim fren fuh see de cunjur man pint out de Ring. Wen dem all gedder,\nde conjur man, him ax de King fuh hab all him tukrey dribe befo um. De\nKing him do so, an as de tukrey bin er walk pass, de conjur man pint\nout one big tukrey-gobbler an tell de King say him hab de Ring een\nhim craw. Wid dat, de King mek one er him serbant ketch de gobbler an\nrip open eh craw, an day, sho nuff, was de Ring. De King, him bin so\nrejoice eh gib high praise ter de cunjur man, an eh gie um big money,\nan mek um rich. De tree serbant too, wuh bin de tief, dem so happy\ncause de cunjur man yent spose dem ter de King dat dem mek present ter\num too, an bin eh fren all dem life.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXII.\n\n             BUH LION, BUH RABBIT, BUH FOX, AN BUH ROCCOON.\n\nBuh Lion, him bin keep er bank. Een dat bank him hab chicken, en\nhog, en sheep. Buh Fox, him marry ter Buh Coon darter. Buh Fox\nfarruh-een-law, him bin er rogue. Buh Coon an Buh Rabbit mek er plan\nfuh rob Buh Lion bank, an dem usen fuh tek ting outer um ebry now en\nden, an nobody kin fine out who duh de tief. Buh Fox, Buh Rabbit, an\nBuh Coon, dem day fas fren, an dem constant keep compny. Buh Rabbit him\ntell Buh Lion, say him know de man wuh duh rob him bank, but eh yent\nwant talk eh name, an eh vise Buh Lion fuh set steel trap fuh ketch\nde tief. Buh Lion do es him say, an de nex night, wen Buh Coon, Buh\nFox, an Buh Rabbit gone fuh rob de bank gen, Buh Coon, him walk topper\nde trap an eh ketch um by eh foot. De ting broke Buh Coon leg, an eh\nhot um berry bad, but eh faid fuh holler, case, ef eh did holler, eh\nknow Buh Lion gwine run day an kill um. So eh leddown an moan, an beg\neh fren fuh help um. Buh Fox an Buh Rabbit, dem study ober de ting,\nan dem mek up dem mine say ef Buh Lion fine Buh Coon een de trap, eh\nnot only gwine kill Buh Coon, but eh will sen an kill all eh fambly.\nDen dem conclude dat de bes ting fuh do bin dat Buh Fox--wuh bin him\nson-een-law--mus tek one swode an chop Buh Coon head off an bury um,\nan dat eh skin Buh Coon an bury eh hide an eh cloze, an leff Buh Coon\nnekked een de trap, so nobody kin tell who bin ketch.\n\nBuh Fox, him do es dem gree. De nex mornin wen Buh Lion zamine eh trap,\neh fine de tief done ketch. Eh call een eh fren fuh consult, but es de\nbody done strip, an eh head done cut off an gone, nobody could mek up\neh mine who de tief bin. Buh Lion, him say him gwine fine out who de\ntief yiz, an who de man wuh cut eh head off an skin um.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him come up bout dis time, an him swade Buh Lion fuh sen\nfuh one cart, an pit de dead body een um, an leh one er eh han heng\nober one side er de cart, an gedder him soldier an pit one gang on de\nleff han side an de tarruh gang on de right han side, an mek de music\ngo befo, an leh dem all march down de middle er de street een Buh Lion\ntown all de lenk er de street; an ef de soldier yeddy anybody duh\nscream an duh cry een any one er de house, den de soldier mus go ter\ndat house an kill ebry body wuh lib day, case dat mus be de fambly er\nde tief. Buh Lion, him well please, an him gie order, an hab de ting\ndone jes es Buh Rabbit bin plan.\n\nWen de compny bin er march wid de dead body er de tief een de cart, jes\nes dem come befo de do er de house way Buh Fox lib, wuh bin marry Buh\nRoccoon darter, him wife bin er look outer de winder, an eh see eh pa\nhan duh heng ober de side er de cart, an eh know um, an eh holler an\nscream an fall down an faint way. Den de soldier wuh bin on de right\nhan side er de cart, dem run ter de house way dem yeddy de screamin an\nde hollerin, an dem bus een de do an gone een fuh kill de whole fambly.\nBuh Fox, wen eh see wuh happne, tek one knife an eh cut off one er him\nfinger, an eh run to de do, an eh meet de soldier, an eh show um eh\nhan der bleed, an eh tell um say eh bin dis loose one er eh finger, an\neh wife dat scade wen eh see wuh happne ter um, dat eh holler an faint\nway. So Buh Fox fool de soldier, an dem gone back an jine de compny\nan march on. Dat night dem camp een de en er de street, an halfer de\nsoldier bin on one side de cart, an tarruh half bin on tarruh side duh\nguade de body er de tief wuh head cut off.\n\nWen Buh Fox wife come teh, eh spicion say Buh Fox bin know who kill\neh pa,--wuh bin Buh Roccoon,--an eh tell eh husbun, Buh Fox, say ef\neh dont git eh pa body an bring um ter um dat berry night, eh gwine\ntell Buh Lion him bliebe de one wuh cut eh farruh--Buh Coon--head off\nan hide um, duh eh own husbun,--Buh Fox. Buh Fox tell um say him yent\nknow nuttne bout de ting, an eh try fuh swade um no fuh go nigh Buh\nLion. Wen eh fine eh wife mine done mek up, an no way fuh him fuh git\nout cept fuh fetch Buh Coon body ter eh wife, eh gone ter Buh Rabbit\nfuh vise um an fuh help um. Buh Rabbit, him yeddy all wuh Buh Fox hab\nfuh say, an den eh say: \u201cMe tell you wuh you do. To-night gwine cole.\nDem soldier duh camp der street, an dem yent hab no fire. Dem berry lub\nrum. Bout middle night you tek you horse an you paint one side er um\nwhite, an de tarruh side er um black. You cahr two jug er rum, an you\nride ter de camp, an you gie one jug ter de gang er soldier wuh day on\nde right, an de edder jug ter de tarruh gang wuh day on de leff, an wen\ndem drunk you kin tek Buh Coon body outer de cart an cahr um home.\u201d\n\nBuh Fox, him wrop him head an yez up so nobody kin know um, an eh paint\neh horse one side white an tarruh side black, an eh tek eh two jug er\nrum an eh ride ter de camp, an eh do dis es Buh Rabbit bin tell um fuh\ndo. De soldier, dem berry glad fuh git de rum. Dem tink two man fetch\num,--one duh ride er white horse, an de edder duh ride er black horse.\nDem drink tell dem drunk, an den Buh Fox slip way wid Buh Coon body\nter eh wife house, an him an eh wife bury um een de gaden same night\nonbeknowinst ter ebry body.\n\nDe nex mornin wen de soldier wake up, de cart day day, but de body\ndone gone. De soldier wuh camp on de leff, dem say de man wuh ride on\ner white horse mus er tief um; an de soldier wuh camp on de right, dem\nsay de man wuh ride on er black horse him mus er tief um. So Buh Fox\ncuhfuse dem two gang er soldier, an dem nebber did fine um out.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him scheemy mona all dem tarruh cretur. Him do all dis, an\nyet him stay fren wid Buh Lion, Buh Fox, an wid Buh Coon fambly.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXIII.\n\n                   BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE PORPUS.\n\nEbber sence dat time wen Buh Wolf ketch Buh Rabbit duh tief water outer\nhim spring, an eh bin tie um ter de spakleberry bush an lick um, Buh\nRabbit hate Buh Wolf an mek plan fuh git eben wid um.\n\nDem all two lub fish. Buh Rabbit an Buh Porpus bin good fren, an many\ner time Buh Porpus blan gie Buh Rabbit some er de fish wuh him der\nketch. One day, Buh Porpus, him bin berry lucky een eh fishin, an eh\nfetch fuh Buh Rabbit mo ner two quart er gannet mullet, and blow um on\nde bank way Buh Rabbit kin git um dout wet eh foot. Buh Rabbit, him\ntell um heap er tenky, an eh cahr um ter him house. Befo eh part compny\nwid Buh Porpus, eh tell um how Buh Wolf bin ketch um an tie um an lick\num, how eh bex long Buh Wolf, an how eh want Buh Porpus fuh help um fuh\npunish Buh Wolf. Den dem mek plan lucker dis: Buh Porpus bin fuh come\nback ter de same place nex day an leh Buh Rabbit tie grapewine roun um,\nso Buh Wolf kin pull um outer de water fuh eat um. Wen Buh Wolf tek eh\nholt fuh pull Buh Porpus outer de water, den Buh Porpus wus teh mek\neh flut an juk Buh Wolf een de ribber an drown um. So dey gree, an Buh\nRabbit gone home long eh fish.\n\nWen eh git ter eh house eh sen one er him gal to Buh Wolf house fuh\ntell um him hab some nice fish, an ter eenwite Buh Wolf an him fambly\nfuh tek brukwus long um nex mornin. Buh Wolf, him well please, an eh\nsay him an eh fambly gwine come wid pledjur.\n\nDem did come. De fish sweet. Buh Wolf, him an eh wife an eh chillun joy\num berry much. Buh Wolf ax Buh Rabbit way eh git de fish, an Buh Rabbit\ntell um say him fren, Buh Porpus, blan ketch um fur um, an dat him hab\ner pintment dat berry day wid Buh Porpus. Buh Wolf bague Buh Rabbit fuh\nleh him go long too, an see ef him couldnt mek rangement wid Buh Porpus\nfuh fine him een fish. Buh Rabbit say him willin; so dem finish brukwus\nan gone fuh meet Buh Porpus.\n\nEs dem duh gwine Buh Rabbit tell Buh Wolf say Porpus meat berry nice,\nan eh tink mebbe dem kin ketch Buh Porpus an eat um. Buh Wolf quire:\n\u201cHow you gwine do um?\u201d Den Buh Rabbit, him mek answer: \u201cMe tell you\nhow we gwine wuk dis ting. Me good fren ter Buh Porpus, an wen we git\nter de ribber bank me gwine tell Buh Porpus leh we hab er game, an see\nwho kin pull de strongis. Den we will tek er grape-wine an tie um roun\nBuh Porpus head, an you an me will tek turrer een, an we sholy kin drag\nBuh Porpus outer de ribber; an wen we git um out eh gwine dead, an we\nwill hab heap er bittle fuh eat.\u201d Buh Wolf, him no bin know de plan wuh\nBuh Rabbit aready done fix wid Buh Porpus, an so eh gree ter all wuh\nBuh Rabbit bin say.\n\nWen dem git ter de ribber bank, day was Buh Porpus duh wait fur Buh\nRabbit. Buh Rabbit mek um quaintum wid Buh Wolf, an arter er while Buh\nWolf ax Buh Porpus fuh fine um een fish same luk eh fine Buh Rabbit, an\nBuh Porpus gree fur do so. Den Buh Rabbit, him say: \u201cLeh we hab some\nfun, an see who kin pull de strongis: Buh Porpus genst me an Buh Wolf.\u201d\nBuh Porpus say him willin. Wid dat, Buh Rabbit git one long grape-wine,\nan eh tie one een roun Buh Porpus head, an de tarruh een eh tie fus\nroun Buh Wolf body, an den roun him own; but eh leff de een loose, so\nhim kin slip out. Den eh gie de wud fuh pull. Es eh done dat eh slip\nouter de wine, an leff Buh Wolf lone fuh pull genst Buh Porpus. At\nde fus, wen Buh Porpus ease isself off een de ribber, eh pull sorter\nlight, an den eh gie way, and Buh Wolf, him tought him gwine outpull\num. But een er leely while Buh Porpus sorter hump eh back an flut eh\ntail, an yuh Buh Wolf come fuh de water. Eh dig eh paw een de san, an\neh holler ter Buh Rabbit fuh tun um loose; but Buh Rabbit wouldnt tetch\num, an so Buh Porpus drag um, duh scuffle an duh holler, clean een de\nribber an onder de water, an drown Buh Wolf. Arter dat Buh Porpus swim\nback ter de bank an Buh Rabbit tek off de grape-wine from roun eh neck,\nan dem leff Buh Wolf een de water fuh shark an alligatur fuh eat.\n\nBuh Rabbit an Buh Porpus done Buh Wolf er mean trick.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXIV.\n\n                         DE DEBBLE AN MAY BELLE.\n\nDe Debble, him kin tek all sorter shape fuh cahr out him plan an fool\npeople. Sometime eh mek isself inter wolf fuh kill you sheep. Narruh\ntime eh tek de shape er alligatur fuh worry you duck an goose. Den\neh look lucker white deer, an eh fly tru de wood, dout mek no noise,\nfuh skade people duh walk long de big road. Den eh come same lucker\nowl, an eh holler down you chimbly an eh tarrify ebry body wen dem duh\ntun flour een de pot. Den wen you sick, eh gone eensider you lucker a\nwurrum, an eh gie you all sorter misry. Den gen, eh kin tek de shape\ner man, en pass isself off fur great gentleman long de lady. Day yent\nnuttne wuh de Debble cant do ef eh mek up eh mine ter um.\n\nOne time day was a berry pooty noung ooman name May Belle. Him farruh\nbin rich, an eh dress um up ter de notch, an eh gie um saddle horse\nfuh ride, an carriage fuh dribe, an plenty er serbant fuh wait on um,\nan ebry good bittle fuh eat, an rockin-chair fuh set een, an orgin fuh\nplay topper. All de noung man een de county bin er cote um an er try\nfuh marry um.\n\nOne day one strange man come fuh wisit um. Eh dress up better ner all\ndem tarruh gentlemans. Eh hab on new beber hat, wuh shine lucker glass,\nan eh hab side whisker comb so nice, an glub on eh han, an new cloze,\nan eh dribe up een er fine carriage wid four horse, an de driber hab er\nkeen lash wuh pop so clear you could yeddy um way down de road.\n\nDe noung lady tek wid um right off. Eh hab sich er good manners, an\neh talk so perlite, an eh ack so rich, ebry body gie way ter um, an\neh outshine all dem tarruh Buckra wuh bin er cote de gal, an eh marry\num befo de week out, an eh tek um een eh carriage, an eh dribe um off\nter him house. Dat house bin een er deestant part er de country, buil\non er hill. Nobody bin lib close. Eh bin de fines house een de whole\nsettlement. Eh hab piazza all roun an roun, an eenside ebry ting look\nberry nice an pooty.\n\nWen dem dribe up ter de step, de Debble, wuh bin de husbun, han eh\nBride een de pahler, an set um een one rockin-chair, an tell um de\nwhole house blanks ter um, an eh mus mek isself saterfy an joy isself.\n\nEbry ting gone long berry well fur some time, an de noung wife hab ebry\nting him call fur. One mornin, wen eh husbun leff de house fur ten ter\neh bidness, an eh wife bin er ramble bout de room, eh fine one key duh\nheng up by isself. Eh wonder wuh key dat, an wuh do eh open. Eh tek um\nan eh try one lock arter anurrer, but de key wunt fit. Bimeby eh gone\nduh garret, an eh see one do up day wuh bin lock. Eh pit de key ter de\nhole an eh onlock de do, an wen eh open um lo! an behole! eh see een de\ncloset tree noung ooman duh heng up long dem neck, an dem bin all dead.\nDe ting skade de gal so bad eh scacely hab han fuh shet de do an lock\num gen. But arter a while eh manage fuh do dat, an den eh mek hase an\nheng de key way eh bin fine um. De Bride faid fuh ax eh husbun bout de\nting. All eh joy done gone. Eh want fuh git way, but him dunno how fuh\ndo um. Eh yent hab nobody fuh truss fuh sen ter eh farruh an bredder\nfuh come an tek um way.\n\nEh husbun bin gen um one nice ridin horse fuh tek eh pledjur long ebry\nmornin an ebenin. De Debble so busy eh wife haffer ride by isself. De\npo gal yent say nuttne ter nobody bout wuh eh see een de closet der\ngarret. Eh hide eh feelin, but eh berry onsaterfy een eh mine.\n\nDe nex mornin, wen eh bin er tek eh ride, soon es eh git outer yearin,\neh biggin fuh cry, an fuh pity isself, an say eh wish eh bin back ter\neh farruh house, an talk eh mine dat eh faid eh husbun, wen eh git\ntired long um, gwine kill um an heng um long de tarruh ooman wuh day\neen de closet duh garret. Him no know de horse wuh him duh ride bin\na yeddy um, an duh notus wuh him duh say. All ob er sutten de horse\nopen eh mout, an eh ax eh missis: \u201cEnty you know who you marry ter?\nYou husbun duh de Debble, an wen eh saterfy long you eh gwine bex wid\nyou an kill you same luk eh done kill dem tarruh wife wuh eh bin hab\nbefo eh bring you yuh.\u201d De po ooman dat skade eh ready fuh fall off.\nEh mose faint way. Eh heart duh flutter een eh bres. All eh strenk gie\nway. Eh cry. Eh gib up fuh loss. Den eh bague de horse fuh pity um, an\nhelp um, an tek um back ter him fambly. De horse sorry fur um, an eh\nprommus fuh try an sabe um, but eh tell um fuh keep eh mout shet, an\nmek no rackit bout de ting. Mo na dat, eh tell um, de nex mornin wen eh\ncome fuh ride, eh mus fetch een eh pocket four big nail wuh day on de\nmantlepiece een de Debble room, an dem will help um fuh git way.\n\nDe po ooman tenk um berry much, an dem gone back an nobody bin know\nbout dis plan. De nex mornin wen de Debble, wuh bin him husbun, leff\nde house an gone fuh mine eh bidness, eh wife fine de nail dis es de\nhorse bin say, an eh pit um een eh pocket. Den eh call fuh him ridin\nhorse same luk eh ebber done, an eh gone down de road fuh ride. Soon es\neh git outer de sight er de house, de good horse eh men eh pace; an,\nbefo de middle er de day, eh tell eh missis fuh drap one er dem nail\neen de road. Eh missis did drap um, an right off one big bank er san\nriz up clean cross de road, so nobody could dribe ober. Wen night come\non dem drap anurrur nail, middle night anurrer, an es de sun duh rise\ndem drap de las one. Ebry time de nail drap, de big bank er san rise up\nan shet up de road. De horse run so fas eh retch de ooman farruh house\nby brukwus time een de mornin. Eh fambly stonish fuh see um, an wen eh\ntell dem wuh mek eh come back, eh farruh an eh bredder git dem gun fur\nshoot de Debble ef eh come fuh tek de gal back.\n\nWen de Debble fine out say eh wife yent come back from ride, eh biggin\nfuh spicion someting; an arter dinner eh git een eh carriage fuh hunt\neh wife. Eh tek de big road, an eh mek eh driber pit de lick ter de\nhorse, but eh cant see ner yeddy nuttne bout eh wife. Bimeby eh come\npon topper de fus bank er san een de road, an den him bin know right\noff wuh happne. Eh mek eh horse grabble tru, an den eh dribe straight\nfur eh farruh-een-law house. Eh blow eh hot bref behine eh horse, an eh\nmek um run lucker de win. Eh haffer stop fuh git tru dem tarruh bank\ner san wuh de edder nail bin mek, an so eh loss eh time an nebber did\nobertek eh wife. Wen eh tun een de abnue wuh lead ter eh wife farruh\nhouse, eh see eh wife an all eh fambly day een de piazza duh watch de\nroad. Eh farruh-een-law an eh bredder-een-law hab gun een dem han. De\nDebble, him no faid gun, an eh dribe right up, an eh ax eh wife wuh\nmek um run way. Befo eh kin answer, eh tell um fuh git right een de\ncarriage an go back home long um. Eh wife say eh wunt, an eh hole on\nter eh farruh. Den de Debble git berry bex an schway say him gwine cahr\num any how. Wid dat, eh light outer de carriage an mek fuh de piazza\nfuh graff eh wife. Eh farruh an eh bredder tell um fuh tan back an leh\nde gal lone. De Debble wunt yeddy dem, an es eh rise de step de farruh\nan de bredder er de noung ooman shoot de Debble long buck-shot. De shot\ndrap offer um dout hot um, an eh come right on. Dist es eh bin guine\ntek de gal eh change eh mine, an eh tun ter eh old self, wid eh forky\ntail, an eh claw, an eh batwing, an eh owl yez, an eh blow fire outer\neh mout, an eh bun up eh wife, an him farruh, an him murrer, an him\nbredder, an de house, an ebry ting wuh day een um. Not a ting leff fuh\nshow way de house bin. Eh bun up de horse too wuh bin help eh wife fuh\nrun way. Den eh change back ter de shape er a man dist es befo, an eh\ngit een him carriage, an eh dribe back ter him house same luk nuttne\nbin happne.\n\n\u201cDe Debble,\u201d added Daddy Cudjo, as he concluded this story, \u201cduh de\nwus ting een dis wul an de nex. Me nebber gwine hab nuttne fuh do long\num. Me faid um wus den rattlesnake; an dat ting wuh dem call Hell, me\nnebber wan shum ner go nigh um.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                  XXXV.\n\n                         DE OLE MAN AN DE COON.\n\nOne time er rich Buckra hab er senserble ole man serbant wuh come from\nAfreka. Dis ole nigger bin know ebryting bout ebryting. Nobody could\ntun um wid questun. Eh Mossa try um heap er time, an eh ebber did mek\nright answer. Eh fren try um too, an dem nebber ketch um duh miss. De\nBuckra brag heaby on de ole man, an berry offne eh win bet topper um.\nOne day de Buckra man gen er big dinner, an eh eenwite heap er fren ter\nhim house. Eh lay er wager say nobody kin ax eh ole serbant er questun\nwuh him couldnt answer, an eh gie eh fren lief fuh try de ole man any\nfashion dem want. De money pit up, an de fren call one boy, wuh bin\ner wuk bout de lot, an dem sen um der wood fuh ketch one coon. De boy\ngone wid eh dog. Wen dinner done ober, an de gentlemans duh set een\nde piazza duh talk, de boy come back wid er roccoon. Dem call fuh er\nbarrel, an dem tek de coon an pit um een an head um up complete, so\nnobody kin see wuh day eenside.\n\nDen dem sen fuh de ole Afreka nigger. Eh bin er hoe cotton der fiel, an\nnobody bin tell um wuh mek dem sen fuh um. Eh come; an den eh Mossa\nsay: \u201cOle man, we sen fuh you fuh tell we wuh day een dis barrel.\u201d De\nole man look at um, an walk roun um, an notus um close, an listne fuh\nsee ef eh could yeddy anyting duh mobe. All de gentlemans duh watch\num. Wen de ole man mek up eh mine eh couldnt fine out wuh day een de\nbarrel, eh stop, eh study, eh cratch eh head, an den eh mek answer:\n\u201cMossa, hoona done head de ole coon dis time.\u201d\n\nEh no bin know say him bin er speak er true wud bout wuh bin een de\nbarrel. Eh bin er talk bout ehself wen eh say dem bin head de ole coon\ndis time, but eh Mossa an de tarruh gentlemans no know, and dem all gie\nde ole man big praise. Eh Mossa win de bet, an eh share de silber money\nwid de ole man.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXVI.\n\n                       BUH RABBIT AN DE CRAWFISH.\n\nArter Buh Wolf bin lick Buh Rabbit an trow um een de brier patch case\neh ketch um der tief water outer him spring, Buh Rabbit faid fuh meet\nBuh Wolf, an him leff an gone buil ehself new house een Buh Bear\nsettlement. Buh Bear, him hab well, an steader Buh Rabbit fine him own\nwater, eh blan slip ter Buh Bear well an tief water outer um. Buh Bear\nfine dis out, but Buh Rabbit so scheemy Buh Bear couldnt pit eh han\ntopper um fuh ketch um. So eh git one big crawfish an eh pit um een de\nwell, an eh tell um fuh gard de well, an fastne ebrybody wuh come day\nfuh tief water.\n\nDe nex time Buh Rabbit gone der well long him calabash fuh git some\nwater, de fus ting eh know de crawfish grab um by eh tail. Buh Rabbit\nholler, an een eh pull way eh leff eh tail een de crawfish claw. An dat\nde way Buh Rabbit come fuh loss eh tail. Eh tail stumpy tel dis day.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXVII.\n\n                       BUH RABBIT AN BUH ELEPHUNT.\n\nYou ebber notus say Buh Elephunt yez all de time duh heng down, an eh\ncant cock um up luk de tarruh creetuh? Eh hinge to eh yez look luk eh\nbroke. You know wuh mek so? Ef you yent know, lemme tell you.\n\nBuh Rabbit an Buh Elephunt, dem blan ramble tru de same wood. Buh\nRabbit, him lib offer de noung grass, an Buh Elephunt, him eat de tree\nlimb. Dem bin quaintun wid one anurrur; an, weneber dem meet, dem nusen\nfuh pass de time er day. Buh Rabbit, him too leetle fuh Buh Elephunt\nfuh keep compny long.\n\nEen de spring er de year Buh Rabbit bin mek eh nes onder one bush,\nan eh line um an eh kibber um ober complete long sofe dry grass. Eh\nhab tree leely chillun een dat nes. One day Buh Elephunt bin er hunt\neh bittle, an eh gone miss an mash topper Buh Rabbit nes, an kill eh\nchillun. Buh Rabbit no bin day at de time, an wen eh git back eh fine\neh nes done broke up, an all tree eh chillun squash flat. Eh see by\nde track say Buh Elephunt bin do dat. Eh gone right off an eh tackle\nBuh Elephunt bout um. Buh Elephunt mek answer an say him yent do um;\nhim yent know nuttne bout um. Wen Buh Rabbit fine eh cant git no\nsaterfaction outer Buh Elephant, eh cut down, an eh berry bex, an eh\nmek plan fuh git eeben wid Buh Elephunt fuh de big damage wuh him bin\ndone ter um an eh fambly.\n\nEh quaintun wid de place way Buh Elephunt blan leddown fuh tek eh res;\nso eh watch um, an wen eh done gone der bed, Buh Rabbit, him slip back\nan eh call eh wife, and dem gedder dry leaf an dead grass, an dem tote\num ter de spot way Buh Elephunt duh sleep, an dem full all two Buh\nElephunt yez long de leaf an grass. Den dem trike fire an clap um ter\nde dry grass an leaf wuh dem bin pit een Buh Elephunt yez. Eh blaze up.\nBuh Elephunt wake. Eh couldnt mek out wuh happne. De ting biggin fuh\nbun um bad. Eh holler fuh somebody fuh help um. Eh roll ober an try fuh\nout de fire een eh yez. Eh tek eh trunk an try fuh lick um out, but\nbefo de fire done out, eh bun de hinge er all two eh yez, so eh couldnt\nliff um up no mo.\n\nDat de way Buh Rabbit tek eh rewenge on Buh Elephunt case eh mash eh\nchillun, an dat de reason huccum Buh Elephunt hab flop yez tel ter-day.\n\n\n\n\n                                XXXVIII.\n\n                  BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN BUH POSSUM.\n\nBuh Rabbit an Buh Wolf gone long de ribber bank fuh hunt Cooter agg.\nDem Cooter blan come outer de water wen de tide high, an dig hole een\nde san, an lay dem agg, an kibber dem ober so crow an ting cant fine\num. Buh Rabbit an Buh Wolf come topper nough er Cooter nes, an dem\ngedder de agg an share um equel. Dem pit um een bag, an es dem gin\ngwine home, de agg so fresh an sweet, Buh Rabbit slip eh han een eh bag\nan onbeknowinst ter Buh Wolf eh suck all de agg wuh bin fall ter him\nshare befo dem retch de fork er de road way dem gwine part compny.\n\nBuh Wolf tote all him agg home, an gen um ter him wife. Eh yent bin een\neh house berry long wen up come Buh Rabbit duh puff an der blow. Soon\nes eh ketch eh bref eh say: \u201cBuh Wolf, wuh you bin do long dem Cooter\nagg? Enty you fine out say dem spile? Me bin gib some er mine ter me\nwife, an eh gen um cramp colic right off. Me run all de way fuh tell\nyou, so you kin sabe you fambly from sick.\u201d\n\nBuh Wolf nebber spicion say Buh Rabbit bin er tell um lie, an eh tenk\num berry much, an eh gone git de Cooter agg an trow um way. Buh Rabbit\nnotus way Buh Wolf bin trow de agg; an soon es Buh Wolf gone back een\nhim house, Buh Rabbit gedder dem up an tote um off een de bush, an\nseddown an biggin fuh eat dem dist es saterfy es kin be.\n\nEh so happne say Buh Wolf come pon topper Buh Rabbit duh eat dem Cooter\nagg, an eh see right off how Buh Rabbit done fool um. Eh git rale mad,\nan eh mek eh jump fuh graff Buh Rabbit, but Buh Rabbit too quick fur\num, and eh tek ter eh heel. Buh Wolf push um so tight eh mek um quit de\ngroun an tek ter one pussimmon tree. Buh Rabbit so light eh gone out\non one leely limb way Buh Wolf couldnt foller um ner retch um. Wen Buh\nWolf fine out eh couldnt pit eh han pon topper Buh Rabbit fuh lick um,\neh call ter Buh Possum, wuh bin hab house close by, an eh ax um fuh run\nday an watch Buh Rabbit tel him coulder git him ax fuh cut down de tree\nan ketch Buh Rabbit. Buh Possum come, an eh seddown onder de tree duh\ngard Buh Rabbit wile Buh Wolf gone fuh him ax.\n\nArter er wile Buh Rabbit say: \u201cBuh Possum, dem yer pussimmon berry\nsweet. Enty you want some?\u201d Buh Possum, him mek answer: \u201cYes, me\nBudder, me berry lub pussimmon, an me will glad fuh git some.\u201d Den Buh\nRabbit tell um fuh step ter him house an fetch eh fanner fuh ketch de\npussimmon es eh pick um an drap um. Buh Possum so anxious fuh tase de\npussimmon eh clean furgit wuh Buh Wolf bin leff um fuh do, an so eh\ngone ter him house fuh git eh fanner. Soon es eh back tun, Buh Rabbit\nslip down de tree an lean fuh home. Wen Buh Wolf come wid eh ax, eh\nfine Buh Rabbit an Buh Possum all two gone. Eh dat bex eh dunno wuffer\ndo. Een er leely wile yuh come Buh Possum duh tote he fanner. Buh Wolf\nquestun um, an wen eh fine out how Buh Rabbit done fool um an git way,\neh tun een an cuss Buh Possum an beat um. Eh tek a smart somebody fuh\nhead Buh Rabbit.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XXXIX.\n\n                BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE HOLLER TREE.\n\nArter Buh Rabbit bin fool Buh Wolf bout dem Cooter agg, an slip way\nfrom Buh Possum, eh faid fuh meet Buh Wolf, an eh walk berry skittish\nebry time eh lef eh house. Buh Wolf bin on de keen look-out fuh um.\nOne day dem meet. Buh Wolf, him say: \u201cHaw! Budder, me got you now. You\ndodge me long time. Ebry man fuh isself.\u201d Wid dat eh tek arter Buh\nRabbit. Buh Rabbit, him bin quaintun wid all de holler tree een de\nwood, an wen Buh Wolf push um close, eh jump een one er dem. Buh Wolf\nrun up an eh say: \u201cMe got you now. Come out an tek you lick, er me\ngwine bun you up een dis tree.\u201d Eh no bin know say narrur holler bin on\ntarruh side er de tree, an dat Buh Rabbit done run clean tru an gone.\nWen eh couldnt yeddy nuttne from Buh Rabbit, Buh Wolf gedder fat pine\ntick, an eh poke um een de holler an eh pit fire ter um. De fire roll,\nan Buh Wolf feed um tell de tree bun down. Eh saterfy say Buh Rabbit\ndone bun up, an eh gone home, an eh mek brag ter him fambly say him bin\nstroy Buh Rabbit.\n\nEh yent bin tree day arter dat wen lo an behole! Buh Wolf meet Buh\nRabbit duh seddown een de big road, dist es content es ef nuttne bin\nhappne, duh leek isself. Buh Wolf hail um an eh say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, dat\nduh you? Enty me bin bun you up tarruh day? Why you duh do duh leek\nyouself so happy an content?\u201d Buh Rabbit, him mek answer: \u201cBudder, dat\nholler way you bin try fuh bun me een, gone ter de top er de tree, an\neh bin full er honey. De fire melt de honey, an eh run down an kibber\nme all ober. Me yent done git um all offer me tel now. You come tase\nme an see how sweet me yiz.\u201d Buh Wolf so lub honey eh furgit eh spite\ngainst Buh Rabbit, an eh come up an eh taste um, an eh fine out say\nhoney bin all ober Buh Rabbit. Den eh ax Buh Rabbit fuh show um one\nholler way him kin git some honey. Buh Rabbit gree fuh do so ef Buh\nWolf would mek fren wid um. Dem shake ban, and den Buh Rabbit tell Buh\nWolf fuh foiler um. Eh tek um ter one tree wuh hab holler on one side,\nbut wuh shet up on tarruh side, an eh tell Buh Wolf say dat tree full\ner honey, an eh mus git een an crawl up nigh de top es eh could go. Buh\nWolf trus Buh Rabbit, an eh gone een de holler. Soon es eh git een,\nBuh Rabbit tek one lightwood knot an eh chink up de hole so Buh Wolf\ncouldnt come out. Den eh gedder some fat pine, an eh mek fire an eh bun\nBuh Wolf up een de holler. While eh duh bun, Buh Wolf bague an pray Buh\nRabbit fuh leh um come out, but Buh Rabbit wouldnt yeddy um.\n\nBuh Rabbit leetle fuh true an eh yent strong, but eh berry scheemy an\neh hab er bad heart.\n\n\n\n\n                                   XL.\n\n                      BUH RABBIT AN DE CUNJUR MAN.\n\nBuh Rabbit greedy fuh hab mo sense den all de tarruh animel. Eh yent\nlub fuh wuk, an eh try heap er scheme fuh git eh libbin outer edder\npeople by fool um.\n\nOne time eh gone ter one wise Cunjur Man fuh larne um him way, an fuh\ngit him knowledge, so him kin stonish tarruh people an mek dem bliebe\nsay him bin wise mo ner ebrybody. De Cunjur Man larne um heap er curous\nting. At las Buh Rabbit ax um fuh gen um eh full knowledge. De Cunjur\nMan say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, you hab sense nough aready.\u201d Buh Rabbit keep on\nbague um, an den de Cunjur Man mek answer: \u201cEf you kin ketch one big\nrattlesnake an fetch um ter me live, me gwine do wuh you ax me fuh do.\u201d\n\nBuh Rabbit git ehself one long stick an eh gone der wood. Eh hunt tel\neh fine one whalin ob er rattlesnake duh quile up on one log. Eh pass\nde time er day berry perlite wid um, an arterwards eh bet de snake\nsay him yent bin es long as de stick wuh him hab een him han. Buh\nRattlesnake laugh at um, an eh mek answer dat eh know eh yiz long mo\nna de stick. Fuh settle de bet Buh Rattlesnake tretch ehself out ter\neh berry lenk on de log, an Buh Rabbit pit de pole long side er um fuh\nmedjuh um. Man sir! befo Buh Rattlesnake fine out, Buh Rabbit slip\none noose roun eh neck an fastne um tight ter de een der de pole. Buh\nRattlesnake twis ehself, an wrop ehself roun an roun de pole, an try\nfuh git eh head loose, but all eh twis an tun yent do um no good. An so\nBuh Rabbit ketch um, an cahr um ter de Cunjur Man.\n\nDe Cunjur Man rale suprise, an eh say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, me always bin yeddy\nsay you bin hab heap er sense, but now me know dat you got um. Ef you\nkin fool Rattlesnake, you hab all de sense you want.\u201d Wen Buh Rabbit\nkeep on bague de Cunjur Man fuh gie um mo sense, de Cunjur Man answer:\n\u201cYou go fetch me er swarm er Yaller Jacket, an wen you bring um ter me,\nme prommus you teh gie you all de sense you want.\u201d\n\nEbrybody know say Yaller Jacket wus den warse, an bee, an hornet. Eh\nsting so bad, an eh berry lub fuh drap topper ebryting wuh come close\neh nes, an dout gie um any warnin. So wuh Buh Rabbit do? Eh gone an eh\ngit one big calabash, an eh crape um out clean, an eh cut one hole een\num, an eh pit honey een um, an eh tie um on de een er one long pole.\nDen eh hunt tel eh fine er Yaller Jacket nes, an eh set de calabash\nclose by um dout worry de Yaller Jacket, an eh leff um day, an eh tan\noff an watch um. Bimeby de Yaller Jacket scent de honey, an dem come\nout de nes an gone een de calabash fuh eat de honey. Wen de calabash\nfull er Yaller Jacket, Buh Rabbit slip up an stop de hole, an cahr um\nter de Cunjur Man. De Cunjur Man mek er great miration ober wuh Buh\nRabbit bin done, an eh say: \u201cBuh Rabbit, you is suttenly de smartest\nob all de animel, an you sense shill git mo an mo ebry day. Mo na dat,\nme gwine pit white spot on you forrud, so ebrybody kin see you hab de\nbes sense een you head.\u201d An dat de way Buh Rabbit come fuh hab er leely\ntuff er white hair between eh yez.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLI.\n\n                  BUH RABBIT, BUH FOX, AN DE FISHERMAN.\n\nBuh Rabbit es er soon man. You haffer git up befo day fuh head um.\nWayebber you fine um, eh yez cock up fuh yeddy ebryting wuh duh gwine\non. Eh nose duh twis from side ter side fuh ketch all de scent duh\nfloat een de element, an wen eh walk bout eh hop so light you tink\nder sperit. Eh lub fuh lib close big road an settlement, way him kin\nquaintun wid all wuh happne, an pick eh chance fuh mek eh libbin easy.\n\nOne time er Ole Man hab er fish trap wuh mek wid bode. Eh hab er gate.\nWen de tide duh come een de creek, de gate open an leh de fish een; an\nwen de tide duh gwine back der ribber, de gate shet an stop all de fish\nwuh day een de creek. Ebry low tide de Ole Man tek eh leely waggin an\nwisit eh trap, an collec de fish an pit um een eh waggin an cahr um\nhome fuh him an eh fambly fuh eat.\n\nBuh Rabbit watch de Ole Man es eh pass day arter day long de big road,\nan eh hanker arter de fish, but eh yent know rightly how fuh git some.\nArter er wile eh fix dis plan. De nex time eh see de Ole Man duh comin\nlong de road wid eh waggin an fish, eh leddown dist on de adge er de\nroad, an eh pant same luk eh bin gwine fuh dead. Es de ole man bin er\npass long eh notus um, an eh stop, an eh gone ter um an eh ax um wuh\nail um. Buh Rabbit mek answer een er woice so leely you cacely kin\nyeddy um, an tell um say eh berry sick; dat eh bin gwine home wen eh\nback an eh leg gie out, an eh couldnt trabble no furder. Den eh bague\nde Ole Man fuh tek um up een eh waggin an cahr um long de big road tel\neh come ter de place way him fuh tun off fuh gwine ter him house. De\nOle Man gree fuh do so, an eh liff Buh Rabbit up, an eh pit um een eh\nwaggin long side de pile er fish. Buh Rabbit leddown luk eh dead. De\nOle Man back tun ter Buh Rabbit. Een er leely while Buh Rabbit biggin\nfuh slip fish outer de waggin, an trow um, onbeknowinst ter de Ole Man,\neen de bush wuh bin er grow long side er de road. Wen dem mose git ter\nde place way de Ole Man gwine tun out de big road, Buh Rabbit hop outer\nde waggin dout de Ole Man shum, an run back an gedder all de fish wuh\nhim bin tief.\n\nEs de Ole Man retch eh big gate, eh look behine fuh see how Buh Rabbit\nduh mek out; an de fus ting eh know Buh Rabbit yent day een de waggin,\nan heap er him fish done missin. Den de Ole Man fine out say Buh Rabbit\nbin fool um an tief eh fish. De Ole Man berry bex, an eh dribe home an\ntell eh wife bout de ting.\n\nArter Buh Rabbit done gedder de fish wuh eh bin tief outer de Ole Man\nwaggin, eh pit um on tring, an eh start fuh tote um ter him house. Buh\nFox meet um, an eh quire way eh git all dem fish. Buh Rabbit up an tell\num. Buh Fox say him want git some too. Den Buh Rabbit mek um senserble\nwen de Ole Man gwine come long de road, an eh show um good place fuh\nhim fuh wuk eh plan fuh do dist es him bin do.\n\nDe nex day Buh Fox tek eh stan sider de big road an wait fuh de Ole Man\nan eh waggin. Befo long yuh eh come. Buh Fox trow isself in de groun,\nan roll ober, an moan berry pitiful. De Ole Man shum, an eh light offer\neh waggin an run up ter um wid eh big whip een eh han. Buh Fox bin tink\nsay de Ole Man gwine pity um, an tek um een eh waggin same luk eh done\nBuh Rabbit. Steader dat, an befo eh fine out, de Ole Man knock um een\nde head wid de butt er eh whip an stunted um. Den eh beat um ter det,\nan eh tek um up an eh trow um een eh waggin, an eh dribe home. Wen eh\ngit day eh call eh wife an eh show um de tief wuh bin tek eh fish. De\nOle Man yent bin know de diffunce tween Buh Rabbit an Buh Fox. Eh tink\nall two bin de same animel.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him no care so eh sabe isself. Him bin know say Buh Fox\ngwine ketch de debble wen de Ole Man come pon topper um.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLII.\n\n                  BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE YEARLIN.\n\nBuh Rabbit an Buh Wolf come inter cohoot fuh kill cow. Dem gone een de\npaster an pick out one fat yearlin, an run um down, an ketch um, an cut\neh troat. Den dem skin um an share de meat. Buh Wolf claim de bigges\npart, case him hab de bigges fambly. Eh strong mo ner Buh Rabbit, an\nso Buh Rabbit yent hab de power fuh mek um do jestice. But ef Buh Wolf\nhab de strenk, Buh Rabbit hab de bes sense. So wuh Buh Rabbit do? Eh\ntek some salt outer him bag, an eh buil fire, an eh brile some er de\nyearlin meat on de coals, an eh eat um right befo Buh Wolf. Soon es eh\ndone eat um, eh cry out an eh say eh hab pain er belly, an eh double\nehself all up, an eh roll eh yeye, an eh waller all long de groun,\nan eh mek all sorter curous motion an noise. Buh Wolf skaid, an eh\nconclude say de meat yent good. Eh tink say eh pizen Buh Rabbit, an dem\ngree fuh leff um.\n\nBuh Wolf wait tel Buh Rabbit sorter come teh, an den eh help um ter him\nhouse an tell um goodbye.\n\nWen sun down an eh biggin fuh dark, Buh Rabbit gedder him fambly, and\ndem gone an git de yearlin meat, an dem cahr um home an dem eat um.\nNuttne bin ail de meat. Eh bin soun an sweet, an Buh Rabbit do dis fuh\nfool Buh Wolf an git him share too.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XLIII.\n\n               BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, DE DOG, AN DE GOOSE.\n\nArter dat time wen Buh Rabbit bin play dat trick on Buh Wolf an ride\num up ter de Gal house wuh dem all two bin er cote, Buh Wolf berry bex\nlong Buh Rabbit, an eh wan ketch um fuh gie um good lickin. Buh Rabbit,\nhim so smate eh keep outer Buh Wolf way so eh couldnt come pon topper\num. Buh Wolf hire one dog fuh help um ketch Buh Rabbit. One day de Dog\nmeet Buh Rabbit der wood, an dout say one wud ter um, eh lean arter um\nfuh ketch um. Buh Rabbit run, but de Dog push um so tight Buh Rabbit,\nfuh sabe ehself, jump een one holler oak tree. De hole bin too leely\nfuh de Dog fuh foller um, an so Buh Rabbit mek ehself saterfy say eh\ndone git way. Bimeby eh yeddy de Dog call one goose, an tell um fuh\nwatch de holler tel him kin git some fire an moss fuh smoke Buh Rabbit\nouter de tree. Wen de Dog gone fuh gedder de moss an git de fire, Buh\nRabbit call ter de Goose an ax um: \u201cHow you duh watch me wen you no see\nme?\u201d Wid dat de Goose poke eh long head een de holler fuh look fuh\nBuh Rabbit. Es eh do dat, Buh Rabbit trow rotten wood een eh yeye. Eh\nbline de Goose, an eh draw eh head out, an wile eh duh fight fuh git de\nrotten wood outer eh yeye Buh Rabbit slip out an gone. Wen de Dog come\nback, eh stuff de moss een de holler, an eh pit fire ter um, an eh mek\ner hebby smoke; but eh cant see ner yeddy nuttne bout Buh Rabbit. Den\neh biggin fuh spicion say Buh Rabbit might er git out, an eh tackle de\nGoose bout um. Eh notus de Goose yeye red an eh duh run water. De Goose\ntell um how Buh Rabbit bin trow rotten wood een eh yeye wen eh bin er\npeep up de holler. Den de Dog know fuh sutten say Buh Rabbit bin wuk\ndat plan fuh git way, an dat eh done gone fuh true. Eh so bex eh cuss\nde Goose fuh er fool, an eh tun on um fuh stroy um. De Goose holler, an\nmanage fuh sail way een de element, but eh leff eh fedder een de Dog\nmouf.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLIV.\n\n                         BUH SQUIRLE AN BUH FOX.\n\nBuh Squirle bin berry busy duh gedder hickry not on de groun fuh pit\nway fuh feed ehself an eh fambly duh winter time. Buh Fox bin er watch\num, an befo Buh Squirle shum, eh slip up an eh graff um. Buh Squirle,\neh dat skaid eh trimble all ober, an eh bague Buh Fox fuh lem go. Buh\nFox tell um say eh bin er try fuh ketch um long time, but eh hab sich\nsharp yeye, an keen yez, an spry leg, eh manage fuh dodge um; an now\nwen eh got um at las, eh mean fuh kill um an eat um. Wen Buh Squirle\nfine out dat Buh Fox yent bin gwine pity um an tun um loose, but dat eh\nfix fuh kill um an eat um, Buh Squirle say teh Buh Fox: \u201cEnty you know\nsay nobody oughter eat eh bittle befo eh say grace ober um?\u201d Buh Fox\nhim mek answer: \u201cDat so;\u201d an wid dat eh pit Buh Squirle een front er\num, an eh fall on eh knee, an eh kibber eh yeye wid eh han, an eh tun\neen fuh say grace.\n\nWile Buh Fox bin er do dis, Buh Squirle manage fuh slip way; an wen Buh\nFox open eh yeye, eh see Buh Squirle duh run up de tree way him couldnt\ntetch um.\n\nBuh Fox fine eh couldnt help ehself, an eh call arter Buh Squirle an eh\nsay: \u201cNummine, Boy, you done git way now, but de nex time me clap dis\nhan topper you, me gwine eat you fus an say grace arterward.\u201d\n\nBes plan fuh er man fuh mek sho er eh bittle befo eh say tenky fuh um.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLV.\n\n                BUH RABBIT, BUH WOLF, AN DE BUCKRA MAN.\n\nEr Buckra man bin hab er gang er sheep. Ebry now an den eh miss one. Eh\nsarche eh fiel, an eh see Buh Wolf track day, an eh mek up eh mine say\nhim bin er de one wuh duh tief eh sheep. Eh fix heaper plan fuh ketch\num, but eh fail. At lenk eh call een Buh Rabbit, case eh hab summuch\nsense, fuh help um. Buh Rabbit, him gree fuh do so ef de Buckra man\nwould len um one horse, an would prommus no fuh tell Buh Wolf nuttne\nbout de ting.\n\nDe Buckra man gen um de prommus an len um de horse. Buh Rabbit ride de\nhorse ter him house, an eh sen wud ter Buh Wolf say him dist bin buy er\nfine ridin horse, an him want um fuh come an tek er ride long um. Buh\nWolf, him come, an wen eh look topper de horse eh tell Buh Rabbit him\nwould lub fuh ride um, but dat him faid say de horse gwine fling um.\nBuh Rabbit mek answer say him mussnt faid; dat him gwine pit saddle on\nde horse, an wen Buh Wolf git een um eh gwine tie eh leg so him cant\nfall off; an, mo ner dat, him gwine git up behine fuh hole um on.\nArter dat Buh Wolf seem saterfy.\n\nBuh Rabbit trow de saddle on de horse an gelt um tight. Den Buh Wolf\nclimb up an tek eh seat. Buh Rabbit tek string, an eh tie Buh Wolf leg\nfas ter de stirrup. Now eh say: \u201cMe gwine git up behine fuh hole you\non.\u201d Steader dat, wen Buh Wolf yent bin er notus, eh step back, an eh\ntek er bunch er cock-spur an eh lick um onder de horse tail. De ting\nhot de animel so bad, eh jump, an eh pitch, an eh kick up. Buh Wolf\ngrab de bridle an juk de horse mouf, an dat mek um rare up. Buh Wolf\ngit rale skaid, an eh holler fuh Buh Rabbit fuh tek um off. Buh Rabbit\ntell um fuh hole on tel him kin onloose de saddle. All dis time de\nhorse bin er cut sich caper Buh Wolf couldnt manage um, an so eh drap\nde bridle an heng on ter eh mange fuh keep from fall off. Wen de horse\nfine say eh head loose, eh mek fuh home; an befo Buh Wolf fine out eh\nrun tru de big gate an roun de house ter de stable. De Buckra man bin\ner set een eh piazza, an eh see wen de horse come up wid Buh Wolf der\nheng topper eh neck. Eh run ter de stable, an eh leh de horse an Buh\nWolf een. Den eh call eh driber, an dem ontie Buh Wolf an fastne um\nter one tree. Arter dem bin gen um bout one hundud lash, Buh Rabbit run\nup an bague de Buckra man fuh tun Buh Wolf loose. Eh did tun um loose.\nBuh Wolf nebber did fine out say Buh Rabbit bin fix dis plan fuh pit um\neen de Buckra man han, an eh tell Buh Rabbit heap er tenky fuh de faber\nwuh him bin done ter um.\n\nEbry time you yeddy bout Buh Rabbit you fine um duh come out head.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLVI.\n\n                     BUH RABBIT AN BUH WOLF FUNERAL.\n\nBuh Rabbit fool Buh Wolf so many time, an een sich diffrunt fashion,\ndat eh outdone wid um. Ebry time eh try fuh ketch um fuh lick um, Buh\nRabbit somehow er narruh slip tru eh han an git way. Buh Wolf, him hire\nedder people fuh wuk plan fuh git de better er Buh Rabbit an pit um\neen eh power, but, bless you soul! dem fail too, an Buh Rabbit, him go\nclear. De ting mose worry Buh Wolf life outer um. Eh fret so bout um\ntel eh biggin fuh tun rale po.\n\nAt lenk Buh Wolf gie out say him berry sick. Leely wile arter dat,\nde news come dat Buh Wolf dead. Eh wife eenwite all eh fren ter de\nfuneral. Buh Wolf mek sho say eh gwine ketch Buh Rabbit now.\n\nBuh Bear, him bin der de passon. Dog come. Roccoon come. Squirle come.\nPossum come. Cow come. Alligatur an Cooter, dem come. Deer, him bin\nday too. Buh Wolf, him bin er lay out on er bench een de middle er him\nhouse, kibber ober wid er wite clorte, an eh wife an eh chillun duh tan\nroun um duh cry. Buh Owl, him fetch er spade fuh dig de grabe, an bud\nbin day too fuh sing er hyme.\n\nWen dem all bin gedder, Buh Rabbit enter dist es careful, an tek eh\nstan jes by de do. Dem wait leely wile fuh Buh Fox, but him sen wud\nsay him wife hab feber an him couldnt leff um. Den Buh Bear, him tek\neh book an eh read um, an eh preach er sarmint. Arter dat de Mockinbud\nraise er chune, an dem all sing.\n\nAll dis time Buh Wolf bin er leddown, tretch out ter eh full lenk, and\nstiff lucker eh bin dead fuh true. Eh hole eh bref so tight, nobody\ncould yeddy um breave. Wen de preachin an de singin done ober, dem\nall gone up fuh tek dem las look at Buh Wolf befo dem tote um out fuh\nbury um. Dem raise up de clorte wuh bin ober eh face, an eh look dist\nes natrul; an dem tell um goodbye one by one. Buh Rabbit him walk up\nlas, an eh yent gone berry close needer. Buh Rabbit always tote eh\ngood sense bout um, an eh nebber will run no resk. Es eh come fuh look\ntopper Buh Wolf, Buh Wolf bin spec say eh woulder tan so close dat eh\ncoulder graff um. But wen eh fine Buh Rabbit sorter skittish, an eh\nduh ease ehself off, eh tek de chance, an, all ober sutten, eh trow\nehself offer de bench an eh mek arter Buh Rabbit. Buh Rabbit, him bin\nhab eh yeye on Buh Wolf all de time, an befo Buh Wolf could mek eh way\ntru de crowd an come up long um, Buh Rabbit slip out de back do an trow\nehself een de brier patch, way Buh Wolf couldnt foller um. De people\nall stonish, an wen dem fine out de trute er de ting, dem berry bex;\nan, befo dem leff, dem bemean Buh Wolf sich er fashion eh bin shame fuh\nshow ehself een de settlement fuh many er days. Dat bin er dutty trick\nwuh Buh Wolf play on eh fren and on Buh Rabbit, but Buh Rabbit, him\noutdo um.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XLVII.\n\n                       DE NEW NIGGER AN EH MOSSA.\n\nEr New Nigger notus say eh Mossa heap er time duh seddown wid eh foot\ncross, yent duh say nuttne an yent duh do nuttne, wen him haffer wuk\nall de time. One day eh ax eh Mossa huccum dat. De Buckra man answer:\n\u201cWen you see me duh seddown, an you tink me duh lazy, same time me duh\nwuk long me head, an duh mek plan, an study pon ting.\u201d\n\nSoon arter dat de Buckra man come pon topper de New Nigger een de fiel.\nDe sun hot. Eh bin drap eh hoe, an bin er seddown on de cotton bed duh\nres ehself. De Buckra man git bex case de Nigger bin er glec eh wuk, an\neh say ter um: \u201cHuccum you stop de wuk wuh me bin gen you fuh do? Wuh\nmek you duh lazy disher fashion?\u201d Den de New Nigger, him mek answer:\n\u201cMossa, me duh wuk long me head.\u201d Wen de Buckra man quire wuh kind er\nhead wuk him duh do, de New Nigger say: \u201cMossa, ef you see tree pigeon\nduh set on dat tree limb, an you shoot an kill one er dem, how many\ngwine leff?\u201d Eh Mossa reply: \u201cAny fool kin tell dat. Ob scource two\ngwine leff.\u201d De New Nigger, him mek answer: \u201cNo, Mossa, you miss. Ef\nyou shoot an kill one er dem pigeon, de edder two boun fuh fly way, an\nnone gwine leff.\u201d\n\nDe Buckra man bleege fuh laugh, an eh yent do nuttne ter de New Nigger\ncase eh glec eh wuk.\n\n\n\n\n                                 XLVIII.\n\n                      BUH RABBIT AN DE KING DARTER.\n\nDere was er King wuh bin hab er pooty Darter, an heap er people bin er\ncote um. De gal couldnt mek up eh mine which one fuh tek, an so eh ax\neh farruh fuh help um pick. Den eh farruh, wuh bin de King, gen out wud\nsay de one wuh kin fetch ter um de Alligatur yeye teet, an water from\nde Deer yeye, shill hab eh Darter.\n\nAll dem wuh bin er cote de gal fix plan fuh git dem ting, but dem fail.\nEbry body bin faid Alligatur, an nobody could outrun Buh Deer. Buh\nRabbit, him bin berry lub de gal, an him hanker arter marry um, so eh\nstudy bout de ting an mek eh scheme. Eh tek eh fiddle an eh gone ter\nde ribber bank, an eh play er funny chune, an eh sing er funny song.\nBuh Alligatur yeddy um; an bimeby eh crawl outer de mash grass, an\neh leddown close by Buh Rabbit, so him kin ketch all wuh Buh Rabbit\nder play an der sing. Buh Rabbit do eh bes, an de ting tickle Buh\nAlligatur so bad eh laugh berry harty. Buh Rabbit play an sing, an pick\neh chance, an wen Buh Alligatur duh shet eh yeye an open eh mout fuh\nlaugh, eh tek eh fiddle bow an, all ob er sutten, eh knock one er Buh\nAlligatur yeye teet outer eh head. Befo eh fine out, Buh Rabbit done\npick up de teet an gone.\n\nDen Buh Rabbit notus way Buh Deer blan ramble der wood, an eh dig er\ndeep hole, an eh kibber um ober complete long dut, an pine straw, an\noak leaf. Eh hide een de bush oneside duh watch. Bimeby Buh Deer, him\ncome long duh eat grass, an befo eh fine out, de groun gie way onder eh\nfoot, an eh drap bottom er de hole. Buh Deer dat skaid eh dunno wuffer\ndo. Eh scuffle. Eh holler, but eh couldnt git out. Buh Rabbit run day,\nan eh tell um say dog bin on eh track, an dat dem mose git day. Wid dat\nBuh Deer gib up, an biggin fuh cry. Den Buh Rabbit, him slip een de\nhole wid er leely calabash, an eh ketch de water duh run down from Buh\nDeer yeye. Arter dat eh gone home, an eh tek de Alligatur yeye teet, an\nde calabash wuh hab de Deer yeye water een um, an eh light out fuh de\nKing house.\n\nWen him show de King wuh him bring, de King gree say Buh Rabbit head er\nall dem wuh bin er cote him Darter, an eh gen um de gal, an dem bin hab\ner hebby weddin.\n\n\n\n\n                                  XLIX.\n\n                             DE SINGLE BALL.\n\nEr Buckra man bin berry lub fuh hunt deer. Eh nussen fuh brag too. Eh\nhab er Serbant wuh always gone wid um der wood fuh dribe de deer. Him\nbin berry fond er eh Mossa, an eh ready any time fuh schway ter de tale\nwuh him tell bout how much deer dem kill, an way dem shoot um. One time\ndis Buckra man bin tell eh fren say him shoot er deer long er rifle,\nan wen eh gone fuh zamine um, eh fine say de ball shoot off eh hine\nfoot an hit um een eh yez. Him fren couldnt see how dat happne, an dem\nyent bin want fuh bleeve de tale. Den de hunter man call pon topper him\nSerbant fuh proobe wuh him bin say. De Serbant speak de wud same luk\nhim Mossa bin talk um. Den de gentlemans ax um how de same ball could\ner hit de deer een eh hine foot an een eh yez same time. De Nigger\ncratch eh head, an den eh mek answer: \u201cGentlemans, me spec wen Mossa\nfire pon topper um, de deer mus be bin er bresh fly offer eh yez wid eh\nhine foot.\u201d Dat sorter saterfy de gentlemans, an sabe de Buckra man wud.\n\nArter de gentlemans done gone, de Serbant call eh Mossa one side an eh\nsay: \u201cMossa, me willin fuh back anyting you say bout hunt an kill deer,\nbut lemme bague you nex time you tell bout how you shoot um, you pit de\nhole closer. Dis time you mek um so fur apart, me hab big trouble fur\ngit um togerruh.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                   L.\n\n                       BUH ROCCOON AN BUH POSSUM.\n\nBuh Roccoon ax Buh Possum wuh mek, wen de dog tackle um, eh double up\nehself, an kibber eh yeye wid eh han, an wunt fight lucker man an lick\nde dog off. Buh Possum grin eh teet same lucker fool, an eh say, wen de\ndog come pon topper um, dem tickle him rib so bad long dem mout dat him\nbleege ter laugh; an so him furgit fuh fight.\n\nCoward man hab all kind er lie fuh tell fuh scuse ehself.\n\n\n\n\n                                   LI.\n\n                    BUH WOLF, BUH RABBIT, AN DE RAIN.\n\nBuh Wolf bin er set een de do er him house duh play eh fiddle. Lord\ner massy! how dat animel did mek dat fiddle talk! Buh Wolf yeye shet\ntight, an eh dis bin er rock from side ter side, an draw eh bow teh eh\nberry lenk, en der pat de time wid eh foot. Er hebby shower er rain\ncome on. Buh Rabbit, him bin een de big road not fur from Buh Wolf\nhouse. Buh Rabbit yent lub rain, an eh try fuh shelter ehself onder er\noak tree wuh kibber wid long moss. De rain lick um een eh yez, an eh\nleff fuh hunt better place. Es eh pass by Buh Wolf house, eh notus Buh\nWolf duh set een de do duh play eh fiddle. Buh Wolf so tek up wid eh\nplay dat eh shet eh yeye an yent duh watch wuh gwine on roun um. So Buh\nRabbit mek up eh mine fuh slip een de do pass Buh Wolf, an set een him\nhouse tel de rain done ober. Buh Rabbit foot so sofe nobody kin yeddy\num wen eh walk. Him no know, but Buh Wolf ketch sight er um outer de\ncorner ob him yeye wen Buh Rabbit hop een de do an run back side er de\nroom. Eh sed down day an mek ehself saterfy, an duh wait topper de\nrain. Buh Wolf him yent leh Buh Rabbit know say him shum, but eh biggin\nfuh tun eh chune, an eh play an eh sing: \u201cTenk God, rain done sen meat\neen me house. Tenk God, rain done sen meat een me house.\u201d Buh Rabbit\nyeddy; an eh spicion say Buh Wolf smell um, an fine out say him bin een\neh house. Buh Rabbit hair rise, an eh want fuh git out, but eh faid fuh\nslip back trough de do way Buh Wolf bin er sed down. Buh Rabbit berry\noneasy een eh mine, an eh duh consider plan fuh mek eh scape.\n\nBuh Wolf house buil on de groun senker hog pen. Eh mek wid pole. Him\nbin tink say him got Buh Rabbit safe, an so eh keep on play eh fiddle\nan sing: \u201cTenk God, rain done sen meat een me house. Tenk God, rain\ndone sen meat een me house.\u201d Wile Buh Wolf duh mek ehself saterfy say\nhim hab Buh Rabbit an gwine eat um soon es de rain done ober, Buh\nRabbit duh grabble, grabble, grabble onder de bottom er de pole, tel eh\nmek hole big nough, an den eh slip out, onbeknowinst teh Buh Wolf, an\nhop roun teh de front do, an eh holler teh Buh Wolf: \u201cYou duh sing an\nder play, \u2018Tenk God, rain done sen meat een you house,\u2019 but you yent\neat um yet, an you yent gwine eat um.\u201d Wid dat eh leff right befo Buh\nWolf face. Buh Wolf rale disappint. Eh loss eh dinner. Eh gone an eh\nheng up eh fiddle, an eh say teh ehself: \u201cMe tought sho me bin hab um,\nbut Rabbit beat my time.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                  LII.\n\n                 BUH ALLIGATUH, BUH RABBIT, AN BUH WOLF.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him bin er tief Buh Alligatuh agg. Buh Alligatuh ketch um\ntopper eh nes. Eh graff um an eh pit um een one crocus bag, an eh tie\nup de een er de bag tight, an eh heng um on one tree lim, an eh gone\nhome fuh git eh lash fuh lick Buh Rabbit. Buh Rabbit dat skaid eh yeye\nbig moner saucer. Eh duh trimble een de bag, an duh peep trough de\ncrack een de crocus fuh notus wuh gwine happne.\n\nBimeby eh see Buh Wolf duh ramble dat way. Soon es Buh Wolf come anigh\num, Buh Rabbit biggin fuh sing say him gwine teh Hebben, way him will\nhab nuttne fuh do cept joy ehself; way him will hab no corn fuh grine,\nno tetter fuh dig, no cotton fuh pick, no rice fuh hoe, an no chillun\nfuh mine. Buh Rabbit mek tense luk him so happy case de Lord dist er\ncommin fuh tek um right up eenter de element.\n\nBuh Wolf stop. Eh listne teh Buh Rabbit. Eh yeddy close, an den eh say:\n\u201cBuh Rabbit, enty dat duh you woice?\u201d Buh Rabbit, him mek answer: \u201cYes,\nBudder, dis duh me.\u201d Den Buh Wolf ax um wuh eh duh do een dat crocus\nbag. Buh Rabbit tell um say him dist fix ehself dat er way so de Lord\nkin fine um handy fuh tek um right up eenter Hebben; an den eh say:\n\u201cGood-bye, Buh Wolf, I leff all me trial behine; you no gwine see me no\nmo; me gwine leff right off fuh Hebben.\u201d Buh Wolf now, him yent hab no\nbetter sense den fuh bleebe wuh Buh Rabbit duh talk; an eh bague Buh\nRabbit fuh leh him jine um an go long um. Buh Rabbit, him mek answer:\n\u201cMe Budder, me glad fuh bleege you, but de good Lord tell me say only\none at er time kin enter Hebben. Two an two cant go day.\u201d Buh Wolf\nbague. Eh bague. At lenk Buh Rabbit mek tense say eh gie way caze Buh\nWolf bague um so bad, an eh say: \u201cWell, Budder, you seem so anxious me\ngwine leh you tek me chance dis time, an me will haffer wait topper de\nLord tel narruh tun.\u201d\n\nWid dat eh tell Buh Wolf fuh loose de bag offer de tree lim, an ontie\num. Arter Buh Wolf done do dis, Buh Rabbit git out, an Buh Wolf tek\neh place een de bag. Buh Rabbit tie up de mout er de bag berry tight,\nan heng um gen on de tree lim. Buh Wolf, lucker fool, duh set eenside\nduh spec fuh rise ter Hebben. Buh Rabbit now, eh so glad eh free, eh\nhop off one side an hide ehself een one gall-berry ticket, way nobody\nkin shum, an cock eh yez fuh notus wuh gwine happne. Eh know say big\ntrouble gwine come topper Buh Wolf.\n\nEh yent bin berry long wen yuh come Buh Alligatuh duh tote er keen\nblack lash. Eh gone right up ter de bag, an eh gen um er nasty cut.\nDen eh haul back an eh gen de bag anurrer whaling ub er lick. Eh no\nbin know say Buh Rabbit bin git out, an dat Buh Wolf bin eenside. Buh\nWolf couldnt mek out wuh bin gwine on. De lick hot um so bad eh holler\nout: \u201cWudder dat? Who duh dat? Wuh hoona duh do long me? Lemme lone.\u201d\nBuh Alligatuh so bex eh yent yeddy say eh bin Buh Wolf woice, an eh\nkeep duh pile on de lick tell eh tare de crocus an cut de bag down. Buh\nWolf all lick up so eh casely kin walk. Wen eh scuffle outer de bag,\nBuh Alligatuh fine out fuh de fus time say eh binner whale up Buh Wolf,\nsteader Buh Rabbit wuh bin tief eh agg. Den Buh Alligatuh ax Buh Wolf\npardon, an mek um tell um huccum Buh Rabbit bin fool um an git um fuh\ntek eh place een de bag. Buh Alligatuh bex an sorry all two: eh bex\ncaze Buh Rabbit play dat trick an git way; eh sorry caze Buh Wolf beat\nup so sewere. All dis time Buh Rabbit duh squat een de bush, way eh kin\nsee an yeddy ebry ting, duh half kill ehself wid laugh.\n\nAll de sorry wuh Buh Alligatuh bin sorry fuh Buh Wolf yent bin done\num no good. Eh bin bruise up so bad eh haffer tek eh bed fuh mona two\nweek, an all dat time Buh Wolf fambly mose dead long hongry.\n\nBuh Alligatuh an Buh Wolf all two mek plan fuh ketch Buh Rabbit, but\ndem nebber did obertek um. No matter wuh de trouble, Buh Rabbit always\nhab sense nough fuh clear ehself. Eh yent hab dem long yez an big yeye\nfuh nuttne.\n\n\n\n\n                                  LIII.\n\n                           DE DYIN BULL-FROG.\n\nOne time er ole Bull-Frog bin berry sick an spectin fuh dead. All eh\nfren een de pon collec roun um an eh fambly, fuh nuss um an tek dem\nlas look at um. Dat ole Frog bin hab er noung wife an heap er leely\nchillun. Eh berry trouble een eh breas bout who gwine mine eh fambly\narter eh gone. Wen eh woice biggin fuh fail um, an dist befo eh dead,\neh say: \u201cMe fren, who gwine tek me wife wen de breaf leff dis yer\nbody?\u201d Eh fren all holler out at de top er dem woice: \u201cMe me. Me me. Me\nme.\u201d Den eh quire: \u201cWho er you gwine mine me leely chillun?\u201d Fuh some\ntime eh yent yeddy no answer; an den de answer come back ter um one by\none from all ober de pon, an een er deep woice: \u201cYent der me. Yent der\nme. Yent der me.\u201d\n\nHeap er people willin\u2019 fuh notus er pooty noung widder, wen dem no want\nbodder long narruh man chillun.\n\n\n\n\n                                  LIV.\n\n                  BUH RABBIT, BUH PATTRIDGE, AN DE COW.\n\nBuh Rabbit, him berry greedy, an him lub fuh tell lie. Him an Buh\nPattridge mek greement fuh kill Cow. Buh Pattridge ax Buh Rabbit: \u201cWay\nwe gwine butcher um?\u201d Buh Rabbit say: \u201cLess we dribe um close up ter my\nhouse befo we kill um.\u201d Dem done dat, an arter dem kill an skin de Cow,\ndem cut um up fuh share um. Den Buh Rabbit tell Buh Pattridge: \u201cYou\ntek one er de fore-quarter, caze you know you leetle an cant tote much\none time, an me radder you tek de fore-quarter anyhow, caze eh nex de\nheart, an eh mo sweeter den de res er de meat.\u201d So Buh Pattridge tek\none er de fore-quarter an leff fuh him house.\n\nSoon es Buh Pattridge gone duh tote eh meat home, Buh Rabbit tun een\nan tote all de res er de Cow ter him house, an pit um een eh room, an\nlock de do. Den eh stan outside duh watch fuh see wen Buh Pattridge\nwould er come back fuh mo meat, so dem all two could er meet same time\nat de place way dem bin butcher de Cow. Buh Rabbit leh Buh Pattridge\ngit er leely way ahead er um es dem gwine back ter de spot way de Cow\nbin kill, an wen eh come up eh say: \u201cHi! Buh Pattridge, way all de\nmeat gone?\u201d Buh Pattridge, him mek answer: \u201cMe dis bin gwine ax you wuh\nyou bin do wid all de meat.\u201d Buh Rabbit say: \u201cHow you kin ax me sich er\nquestion, wen me bin see er whole gang er Pattridge dis gone from yuh?\nMe sho say you an you fambly bin come back fuh tek anarruh tun long de\nmeat.\u201d Buh Pattridge mek answer say him an eh fambly nebber bin nigh de\nCow sence eh fus leff um. Den Buh Rabbit schway say: \u201cEf eh yender you,\nsomebody else muster tief de Cow meat wen we all two bin gone;\u201d an so\neh fool Buh Pattridge, an mek um bleebe say strange people muster slip\nup an cahr off de meat, wen all de time him binner de tief, an hab um\nlock up safe een him house.\n\nYou nebber kin trus Buh Rabbit. Eh all fuh ehself; an ef you listne ter\nhim tale, eh gwine cheat you ebry time, an tell de bigges lie dout wink\neh yeye.\n\n\n\n\n                                   LV.\n\n                   DE FIDDLER, BUH TIGER, AN BUH BEAR.\n\nLong time ago dere bin er Ebo man wuh bin er great fiddler. Eh know\nbetter den all dem tarruh people wuffer do long fiddle. Wen eh lean\nback, an shet eh yeye, an draw eh bow fuh tru, nobody wuh yeddy kin\nkeep from shuffle eh foot. Ebry body roun de settlement blan gage um\nfuh mek de music fuh dem fuh dance. One day eh bin gwine fuh keep eh\ngagement fuh play at er party. Eh hab eh fiddle een er bag. Es eh bin\nder walk tru er deep swamp, Buh Tiger an Buh Bear tek eh track an run\num. De man skaid wus den bad, but eh wunt drap eh fiddle. Eh clime one\ntree an fix ehself een one crotch. Fus ting eh know, Buh Tiger biggin\nfuh crawl up de tree fuh ketch um. De man holler and try fuh skaid de\nbeas, but eh wunt skaid. Eh keep on duh clime up. Den de man draw eh\nfiddle an eh bow outer de bag, an biggin fuh play wid all eh strenk.\nBuh Tiger bleege fuh stop teh listne ter um. Een er leely wile de chune\nsweeten Buh Tiger so bad eh forgit ter foller de man, an eh tun roun an\ncome down de tree, an him an Buh Bear graff han, an all two set een\nfuh dance. De faster de fiddler play, de faster dem dance. Dem gone\nroun an roun, up an down, tel dem dead tired. At lenk dem all two so\noutdone dem bleege fuh drap der groun an try fuh ketch dem win. Dem\ncant dance er foot furder, an dem duh try fuh keep de time long dem\nhead.\n\nWen de Fiddler notus how complete dem outdone, eh slip down de tree,\nan tek eh foot een eh han, an lean fuh de place way eh bin gwine. Buh\nTiger an Buh Bear yent hab strenk fuh foller um: an so eh music sabe um.\n\n\n\n\n                                  LVI.\n\n                      DE OLE KING AN DE NOUNG KING.\n\nEr ole King yeddy say dem gwine pit er noung King een him place. De\nting worry um an mek um bex. Eh want fuh keep eh trone: so eh gen order\nteh eh head man fuh mek him soldier kill all de ole people een de\nnation, so de noung King shant hab no wise pusson fuh help um cahr on\nde bidness er de kingdom. De soldier tek dem gun an dem club, an dem\nmassacree all de ageable people een de lan.\n\nDen de ole King sen wud teh de noung King, wuh de people bin pick out\nfuh rule ober dem, dat eh mus fetch um er fat hog, but eh musnt be\neider er sow-hog, neider er bo-hog, but eh mus be er fat hog.\n\nWen de noung King git de message, eh tun dis answer: \u201cTell de ole King\nsay me hab er fat barruh een de pen, an him mus come fur um; but eh\nmusnt come een de day, ner eh musnt come fuh um een de night.\u201d De ole\nKing, wen eh yeddy dis message, mek up eh mine say de noung King mus\nhab heap er sense, er else some wise man muster help um; an eh couldnt\nsee how dat kin be, case all de ole an de wise people een de nation\ndone kill. Eh no bin know dat wen de order gie fuh stroy all de ole\npeople een de kingdom, de noung King hide eh farruh een one holler\ntree, an so eh mek eh scape from de soldier, an bin day fuh gen eh son\nsense.\n\nDe noung King tun sich er smart answer, wid de help er eh farruh, dat\nde ole King couldnt mek out wuh time fuh gone fuh de fat hog; an so\neh gib up, an de noung King, befo long, come an tun um out an tek eh\noffice.\n\n\n\n\n                                  LVII.\n\n                          BUH GOAT AN BUH WOLF.\n\nBuh Goat berry faid tunder an lightnin an rain. One day big tunder\nstorm rise een de wes, an eh rain, an eh lightnin, an eh hail. Buh\nGoat an eh wife bin er feed een de wood close by Buh Wolf house. Wen\nde lightnin flash, an de tunder roll, an de rain po down, dem faid fuh\nstay een de wood, an dem run teh Buh Wolf house, an dem bague um fuh\nleh dem come een tel de storm done ober. Buh Wolf tell dem yes; an eh\ntun Buh Goat an eh wife een de shedroom, an eh shet de do behine dem\nan latch um. Buh Wolf shedroom yent bin hab bode flo. Eh mek topper\nde neked dut. Arter Buh Wolf done shet up Buh Goat an eh wife, eh git\neh fiddle an eh biggin fuh play an sing: \u201cTenky goolly God, tunder\nan lightnin done sen meat een me house. Tenky goolly God, tunder an\nlightnin done sen meat een me house.\u201d Buh Goat wife yeddy wuh Buh Wolf\nbin er play an sing, an eh say teh eh husbun: \u201cEnty you yeddy wuh\nBuh Wolf duh play an duh sing: \u2018Tenky goolly God, tunder an lightnin\ndone sen meat een me house\u2019? Him gwine kill an eat we. Better leh we\ngrabble out an leff.\u201d All dis time Buh Wolf wife bin er tell eh husbun:\n\u201cYou better mine wuh you duh sing. You better keep you mout shet. Buh\nGoat an eh wife gwine yeddy wuh you duh say.\u201d Buh Wolf wouldnt listen\nter um. Eh wouldnt stop. Him say de rain duh fall so hebby Buh Goat an\nhim wife couldnt mek out wuh him duh sing. Wile dis bin er gwine on,\nBuh Goat an eh wife busy duh grabble, grabble, grabble onder de sill er\nde shedroom tel dem mek hole big nough fuh dem fuh crawl out, an den\ndem slip out an gone.\n\nWen de rain stop, Buh Wolf heng up eh fiddle an gone git eh knife,\nan pit eh pot on de fire, en sharpen eh knife on de pot rim. Den eh\nonlatch de shedroom do an gone een fuh cut de troat er Buh Goat an eh\nwife. De fus ting eh fine out, Buh Goat an eh wife done gone. Eh holler\nback ter him wife an eh say: \u201cOle ooman! Buh Goat an eh wife git way.\u201d\nDe ole ooman--wuh bin Buh Wolf wife--mek answer: \u201cEnty me bin tell\nyou say Buh Goat an eh wife gwine yeddy? Duh you mek dat. Ef you bin\ndo es me bin tell you, an keep you big mout shet, you bin hab um all\ntwo now.\u201d Den Buh Wolf an eh wife biggin fuh quarrel an fight caze Buh\nWolf skaid Buh Goat an eh wife an lem git way. Buh Wolf wife lick eh\nhusbun tel eh holler, an eh tell um eh shant stay een de house bedout\neh fine um een meat. Buh Wolf bague berry hard, an eh prommus say ef eh\nwife lem go him will hunt an fetch bittle right off. Den eh wife tun um\nloose, an Buh Wolf gone fuh git meat.\n\nEen de arternoon er de same day, wile Buh Wolf bin er hunt bittle,\neh meet up wid Buh Goat, an eh ax um: \u201cBuh Goat, wuh sort er mean\ntrick dat wuh you bin do me dis mornin?\u201d Buh Goat, him bex, an him\nmek answer: \u201cHow you hab de face fuh talk long me an ax me sich er\nquestion? Enty you bin fix fuh kill me an me wife dis mornin arter you\ndone gie we de freedom er you house? Enty we yeddy you sing an tenk de\nLord case tunder an lightnin sen meat een you house? You hab er bad\nheart. You no duh frien.\u201d Buh Wolf, him say: \u201cYou mek mistake. Me no\nbin gwine hot you. Me dist bin er fun.\u201d Buh Goat answer: \u201cYes, you yiz\nbin mek up you mine fuh kill we. Haw Buck! me lub my life dist es much\nes you lub yourn, an me no want hab nuttne mo fuh do long you.\u201d Wen\nBuh Wolf fine eh couldnt fool Buh Goat, eh change eh chune an eh say:\n\u201cGo long, Boy. You git way one time, but narruh chance gwine come; an\nde nex time me git you een me power me yent gwine wait topper nuttne,\nbut me gwine pick you bone right off.\u201d Buh Goat laugh at um, an eh\nanswer: \u201cNow you done speak you mine, lemme tell you, you nebber gwine\ngit narruh chance fuh ketch me. Me boun fuh watch you.\u201d An so dem part\ncompany. Buh Goat nebber did trus Buh Wolf from dat day tel dis.\n\n\n\n\n                                 LVIII.\n\n                  DENTISTRY AT THE OLD PLANTATION HOME.\n\nThe incident which we relate occurred some forty years ago at one\nof those beautiful plantations in the swamp-region of Georgia,\nwhere the magnolia grandiflora and the live-oak mingled their noble\nshadows,--where the cultivation of rice and sea-island cotton engaged\nthe attention of the agriculturalist,--where generous hospitality and\na patriarchal civilization abode,--and where, at a remove from city,\nall operations were conducted within the limits of the liberal domain,\nand through the intervention of means and servants appurtenant to the\nlong-established and abundant home.\n\nProminent among the domestics on this plantation was Daddy Jack. A\nfavorite servant, intelligent, obedient, courteous, and with the\nmanners of the old school, he was now verging upon sixty. Among other\nduties devolved upon him was the general supervision of the plantation\ninfirmary where the sick were carefully nursed and supplied with\nmedicine and suitable food. Acquiring considerable knowledge in the\ntreatment of ordinary diseases incident to climate and exposure,\nhe had become, in the estimation of his fellow-servants, a famous\nleech; and was at all times prepared, with entire self-possession\nand dignity, to indulge in blood-letting, to administer purgatives,\nprescribe hot baths, and recommend tonics. A pint of blood to reduce\nthe pulse, then ten grains of calomel, followed in the morning by half\na teacup of castor-oil containing three or four drops of turpentine\nto impart additional potency to the dose, and finally snake-root tea\nto brace up the halting system, constituted the practice in vogue in\ncases of ordinary fever. If this vigorous treatment failed of the\ndesired effect, a repetition was generally resolved upon; and so\nthe patient, sometimes enfeebled to such a degree that he no longer\nafforded attractive food for disease, slowly recovered in spite of\nthis San Grado regimen. As a supplement to his professional labors\nas a physician, Daddy Jack indulged, in a rude way, in the art of\ndentistry. He understood how to cut around an aching tooth with the\nsame lancet which he employed in blood-letting from the arm. He knew\nhow to annihilate an exposed and throbbing nerve with a ten-penny nail\nheated red-hot. With the use of an old-fashioned extractor, with which\nto pry out an offending molar tooth, sometimes even at the expense\nof a fractured jaw, he was familiar. In the absence of a suitable\ninstrument, a strong twine string, well waxed, sufficed to pull out an\nincisor.\n\nOn one occasion a strolling Yankee dentist visited the neighborhood.\nFor the first time Jack beheld sundry appliances which modern ingenuity\nhad devised for the facile extraction of teeth. In his old methods he\nat once lost confidence. Application was made to his master for the\nimmediate purchase of certain designated lancets, and for pairs of\nforceps, both straight and curved. His wish was gratified, and the\nplantation was notified that he now possessed instruments with which\nteeth might be extracted readily and with the least amount of pain.\nAn era of increased practice and of enlarged professional emolument\nquickly dawned. It really appeared as if there was scarcely a negro\nupon the plantation who did not have at least one tooth which \u201chot\num,\u201d and which \u201ceh wan Buh Jack fuh pull out fuh um.\u201d The old man\u2019s\nservices were frequently called into requisition, and his reputation so\nincreased that numbers from adjacent plantations sought and obtained\nrelief at his hands.\n\nOne bright spring morning, a stalwart young carpenter, John by name,\nwho had been suffering from a decayed jaw-tooth of huge proportions,\npresented himself with swollen face and most lugubrious countenance.\nThe customary fee of a quarter of a dollar was paid in advance, and\nDaddy Jack made ready for the operation. Seating John in a wooden chair\nin the yard, and with his face turned to the sun so that the old man\ncould \u201cgit er fair sight at de teet,\u201d Jack proceeded with his lancet\nto separate the tooth, as far as practicable, from the engorged and\ncircumjacent gum. John squirmed and indulged in heart-rending groans.\nAs the cutting proceeded and the blood trickled from the corners\nof John\u2019s mouth, Jack encouraged his demoralized patient with the\ninjunction: \u201cTan ter um luk er man, me son. Eh yen gwine hot you much.\nEh yen gwine tek long. Me mose done. Me soon git um out.\u201d\n\nThis preliminary operation concluded, Jack produced his forceps. John,\nalready appalled at the suffering which he had endured, gazed upon\nthe instrument with eyes as big as saucers, and resolutely closed\nhis mouth. To Jack\u2019s command that he open it, he responded: \u201cDe teet\nyent duh hot me no mo. I gwine.\u201d After much persuasion Jack prevailed\nupon him to open his mouth and let him \u201ctek de ting out.\u201d At length\nthe old man firmly grasped the tooth with the forceps, and began to\nhaul away at it. As he pulled, John commenced to rise from his seat.\nJack endeavored, with the left hand, to keep him down, while he tugged\nlustily at the tooth with his right. All to no purpose. John was\nquickly upon his feet, and then upon tiptoe, so that Jack could no\nlonger operate to any advantage. It seemed as if for once the sable\ndentist was to be baffled in his aim. Nothing daunted, however, and\nmuttering imprecations upon his unfortunate victim, he slowly backed\nacross the yard, drawing John after him,--who meanwhile was giving\nutterance to the most miserable and unearthly sounds from his bloody\njaws, and attempting, with uplifted hands, to arrest the traction\nof the resolute old man, who refused for an instant to relax his\nhold,--until he reached a flight of steps which led up to the main room\nof the smoke-house. Here he hoped to acquire the advantage which he\nso much desired. Ascending backward three of the steps, and quickly\nplacing his right foot upon John\u2019s shoulder, so as to keep him below\nand thus obtain an additional purchase, with one supreme effort he\nsucceeded in compassing his purpose. The tooth came out so suddenly\nthat the old man, losing his balance, fell heavily against the door of\nthe smoke-house, while John tumbled in the opposite direction, yelling\nwith pain, and protesting that \u201cUncle Jack done broke eh jaw.\u201d\n\nRecovering himself in a trice, and holding aloft the forceps, which\nstill infolded in its remorseless fangs the gory molar, with an\nindescribable air of commingled dignity, scorn, and triumph addressing\nthe discomfited victim of his professional skill, old Jack exclaimed:\n\u201cHaw, Boy! when I graff my han on er teet, eh bown fuh come, er de jaw\npop,--one er tarruh.\u201d\n\nIn after years the old man often recurred with manifest pride and\nsatisfaction to this incident, and frequently cited this exploit in\nconfirmation of his boast \u201cdat no nigger teet ebber yet did git de\nbetter er me.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                  LIX.\n\n                      THE NEGRO AND THE ALLIGATOR.\n\nForemost among the reptiles which excited the curiosity and aroused\nthe fears of the Georgia colonists, upon their first acquaintance\nwith them, were the alligators. Francis Moore, keeper of the stores,\ndescribing them in 1736, says: \u201cThey are terrible to look at,\nstretching open an horrible large mouth big enough to swallow a Man,\nwith Rows of dreadful large sharp Teeth, and Feet like Draggons, armed\nwith great Claws, and a long Tail which they throw about with great\nStrength, and which seems their best Weapon, for their Claws are feebly\nset on, and the Stiffness of their Necks hinders them from turning\nnimbly to bite.\u201d In order to dissipate the general terror which these\nstrange saurians inspired, Mr. Oglethorpe, having wounded and caught\none of them, caused it to be carried to Savannah, where he \u201cmade the\nboys bait it with sticks, and finally pelt and beat it to death.\u201d\n\nTo the European, newly landed on these shores, the alligator was\nindeed a novelty, repulsive and provocative of dread. Not so with the\nnegro. His ancestors were well acquainted with the African crocodile,\nand their descendants, dwelling in this marsh region filled with\nswamps and cypress ponds, and permeated with lagoons, creeks, and\nrivers--the habitat of this formidable reptile--were from childhood\nfamiliar with its roar, and entirely accustomed to its unsightly\nappearance and habits. Among these sable myth-makers it figured as\nan important _dramatis persona_. Of the dogs, geese, ducks, and hogs\nof the plantation hands it was an avowed and a voracious enemy. When\nskinned and thoroughly boiled, its tail was esteemed by many as a\nsavory article of food. For the cure of rheumatism its oil was held\nin special repute, and the exuded musk was collected for medicinal\nuses. Its skin, rudely tanned, entered largely into the composition\nof home-made pouches and shoes. Whistles and powder-charges were\nfabricated from the tusks, which also served a good turn for the\npickaninnies to rub their swollen gums against, and to cut their first\nteeth upon. A constant depredator was the alligator upon the fish-traps\nwhich guarded the mouths of the short creeks emptying into the rivers.\nUpon the reflux of the tide, entering the inclosure, this reptile\ngorged itself upon the fishes there detained, and incurred the wrath\nof Cuffee, whose frying-pan was thus cheated out of its anticipated\nevening broil. Hence it came to pass that the alligator was regarded by\nthe negro both as an enemy and as desirable game. During the spring and\nsummer they frequently met, and whenever the former could be taken at a\ndisadvantage its life was forfeit to the opportunity. It was killed in\nrice-field ditches, in shallow ponds, and occasionally upon land. The\nhoe, the axe, a fence rail, and the club were the offensive weapons;\nand loud were the cries and great was the fun while the struggling\nreptile was being beaten to death. In the back-waters and in swamps\nwhere the alligators made their nests, reared their young, and dug\ntheir holes, the negroes, during their leisure hours, were fond of\ncapturing them by means of a heavy iron hook fastened to the end of a\nlong, stout pole. This was thrust into the hole where the reptile lay.\nWhile snapping at the hook, with its irritating prong, the alligator\nwas in the end securely caught with the barb, and then came the tug of\nwar. It was in no wise an easy operation to draw from its hiding-place\none of these reluctant, excited, and revolving monsters. For this\npurpose the combined strength of several stalwart men barely sufficed.\nThe frolic was joyous, and the exultant shouts of those engaged in the\nsport awakened strange echoes in the depths of the dank and moss-clad\nswamps.\n\nIf we may credit the text of the \u201cBrevis Narratio\u201d of Le Moyne de\nMorgues, the Florida Indians were addicted to similar sport, and Plate\nXXVI may well be claimed in practical illustration of the amusement to\nwhich we are now alluding.\n\nDuring the period of hibernation the negroes often dug these reptiles\nout of their holes. Sometimes the alligator attained huge proportions,\nmeasuring, from the tip of the nose to the end of the tail, fourteen\nfeet. It was fond of a given locality, and exercised exclusive dominion\nover some favorite bend in the river, some chosen part of a lake, or\nsome attractive pool in the swamp. The patriarch, with its attendant\nconsort and progeny, there reigned supreme, unless, after severe\nbattle, it was driven away by one more powerful.\n\nIn ante-bellum days, when firearms were denied to the negro population,\nalligators were far more numerous than they are at present. The great\ndemand for their skins which has arisen of late, the use of the rifle\nin the hands of the tourist, and the employment of the shot-gun by\nthe freedmen have united in causing a frightful mortality among these\nreptiles. Bartram says that when he visited the River St. John the\nalligators at one point \u201cwere in such incredible numbers, and so close\ntogether from shore to shore, that it would have been easy to have\nwalked across on their heads, had the animals been harmless.\u201d\n\nFor the capture of animals drinking at the water\u2019s edge, or swimming\nin lake or river, the tail was employed. A stunning blow having thus\nbeen delivered, the victim was caught in the open jaws, and thence\ntransported to the dwelling-place of the reptile, where it was guarded\nuntil decomposition had fairly supervened. It was then eaten at leisure\nand with apparent relish. Sometimes days were allowed to elapse before\nthe slain animal or bird became suitably seasoned for the feast.\n\nWhile hogs, dogs, calves, sheep, geese, and ducks were often captured\nby alligators, they seldom attacked human beings. Of mankind they\napparently entertained an inborn fear, and would quit the part of the\nriver or lagoon in which men or even boys were swimming. Instances are\nrare in which human life has been sacrificed to the voracity of these\nmonsters. The writer remembers several occasions, however, on which\nmen and children were attacked by alligators. He will be pardoned for\nrecalling one of them.\n\nSawney had a wife who resided upon a neighboring plantation. It was\nhis habit to visit his wife every Saturday night, and remain with her\nuntil Monday morning. On these journeys he would carry a bag containing\nprovisions and such choice morsels as he had been able, during the\nweek, to accumulate for his better half. Near the negro quarter, where\nhe resided on the home-plantation, was a small creek, in which the tide\nebbed and flowed. A large log furnished convenient means for crossing\nit. On the night in question, shortly after dark, Sawney shouldered\nhis well-filled bag and set out for his wife\u2019s house. The tide was\nflowing into the creek. Instead of crossing on the log, he saw fit to\ndescend the gentle bank and wade through the water. It was not more\nthan half-leg deep, and the creek was only some ten yards wide. When\nhe was in the middle of the stream his attention was attracted by a\nmovement in the water. Instead of getting out upon the bank, which he\ncould readily have done, he paused, and began to parley with what, in\nthe darkness, he conceived to be a \u201csperit.\u201d \u201cTan back, Mossa Sperit,\nan lemme pass. Tan back, Mossa Sperit; me do you no harm.\u201d In this\nidiotic and frightened manner he stood idly talking, until what proved\nto be a large alligator approached and laid violent hold of his right\nleg. He was quickly thrown down by the reptile. In the confusion which\nensued, and amid the struggles and yells of the negro, the alligator\nfor the moment relaxed its hold, and was attracted by the fallen bag,\nwhich it tore in pieces. Sawney had so completely lost his wits, was\nso terrified, and was suffering so much pain, that he neglected to\nimprove the opportunity thus afforded, and betake himself to flight. He\nremained rooted to the spot, howling, praying, and calling for help.\nHaving in a little while disposed of the bag, the alligator renewed\nits attack upon the frightened negro, threw him down, broke his left\narm, and frightfully lacerated it and one of his legs.\n\nThe negroes at the quarter hard by, hearing the noise and cries for\nhelp, armed with torches, hoes, axes, and billets, rushed to the spot\njust in time to save the life of the unfortunate man. The alligator was\nbeaten to death. It measured nearly eleven feet, and was very stout.\nSawney\u2019s wounds proved well-nigh fatal. He was confined to his cabin\nfor quite three months, and, during that time, required and received\nthe careful attention of a competent surgeon.\n\nThe lazy way in which the negro was in the habit of fishing, perched\nupon a tussock, with feet and rod trailing in the water, somnolent and\nin utter silence, did sometimes invite and receive a flirt from the\ntail of the reigning alligator, defending its preserves against all\npoachers.\n\nThe old memories are fast drifting away into the shadows, and the\nmodern negro and the alligator of the present are but partial types of\nthings that were.\n\n\n\n\n                                   LX.\n\n                                SPERITS.\n\nAmong the negroes of the coast region of Georgia and the Carolinas a\nbelief in the existence of ghosts, \u201csperits,\u201d and superhuman influences\nwas very general. Especially did it obtain among the ordinary\nfield-hands and those least educated. Comparatively few there were\nwho could lift themselves entirely above the superstitious fears born\nin Africa and perpetuated by tradition in their new home. Memories of\nFetichism, of Totemism, and of Anthropomorphism were strangely mingled\nwith the teachings of Christianity, and in their religious exercises\nthe emotional predominated over the intellectual. The potency of charms\nand philters was freely admitted, and it was necessary to restrain the\npractice of Fetichism by positive inhibition, or by labored persuasion\nof its utter absurdity. The fabrication of Fetiches, and their sale\nto those who desired to utilize the powers of the deities which they\nwere supposed to represent, were monopolized by old women, who derived\nconsiderable gain from this calling. The idea was by such means to\nconjure the neighbor against whom enmity was cherished, and thus\nsubject him or her to the malign influences of the spirit or demon\nwhose power was supposed to inhere in the evil charm.\n\nThe ordinary Fetich consisted of a bunch of rusty nails, bits of red\nflannel, and pieces of brier-root tied together with a cotton string. A\ntoad\u2019s foot, a snake\u2019s tooth, a rabbit\u2019s tail, or a snail\u2019s shell was\nsometimes added. In price it varied from twenty-five cents to a dollar.\nTo insure the efficacy of the desired spell, it was necessary that\nthe charm should be secretly deposited under the pillow of the party\nto be affected, placed upon the post of a gate through which he would\npass, or buried beneath the doorsteps of his cabin. Once persuaded of\nthe fact that he had been thus conjured, the patient became possessed\nof superstitious fears, and often complained of bodily \u201cmiseries,\u201d\nwhich apparently defied the power of the healing art, and were wholly\ndissipated only when some atonement was made for the alleged wrong, or\npayment offered to have the spell broken through the intervention of\nthe conjurer who had devised it.\n\nIn the conduct of plantations, difficulty and annoyance were not\ninfrequently experienced from the interference of these old negro\nwomen,--conjurers,--who, in plying their secret trade, gave rise to\ndisturbances and promoted strife and disquietude.\n\nTo the apprehension of the common field-hand there was no gainsaying\nthe fact that the spirits of the departed walked the earth and\nrevisited the scenes of their former occupancy. It was not accorded\nto every one to see and to commune with them. Only those \u201cborn with\na caul\u201d were capable of doing so. Such were never terrified by these\nghostly visitors. By their fellows they were held in special esteem.\nTo this favored class did July belong. I inquired, on one occasion,\nwhether he believed in ghosts and could see spirits. \u201cYes, Mossa,\u201d was\nhis reply, \u201cme kin shum. You know me bin born wid caul. People wuh no\nbin born wid caul kin yeddy sperit, but dem cant shum. Sperit kin skade\num, too, but dem cant skade me. Me kin walk long um der road, talk ter\num een de bush, see dem een me bed, and yeddy um een de grabe yad. Me\nan sperit good fren.\u201d\n\nHow do they look? \u201cSame luk wen dem bin libe, ceptin dem look lucker\nshadder, an dem walk backwuds, an dem face tun backwud, an de heel teh\neh foot day way eh toe orter be. Dem dont tetch de groun wid dem foot,\nbut dem sorter dis skim pon topper de grass. Dem so light dem cant mek\ntrack.\u201d\n\nWhat garments do they wear? \u201cSame cloze wuh dem bury een. Way dem gwine\ngit any mo? De cloze hab eh shape, but you kin see dey yent nuttne\neenside er um.\u201d\n\nWhat do they do? \u201cNuttne, so fur es me know, cept walk bout, wisit dem\nole home, an notus wuh duh gwine on sence dem leff.\u201d\n\nDo they ever trouble anybody? \u201cNo, me nebber see dem trubble nobody.\nDem wunt talk ter you. Dem go een gang ob two er tree, an wander bout\ntel sich an sich er time, wen dem haffer go back ter dem grabe. Me see\ndem wuk dem mouf same luk dem bin er talk ter one anurrer, an shake dem\nhead, an pint dem finger. Dem onderstan one anurrer. Me bin question\ndem mo na once, but dem nebber will mek answer. Heap er time me jine\ncompny wid dem der big road, an try fuh gage dem een conbersation, an\nfine out who dem yis, an how dey mek out; but dem nebber will tell me,\nan, befo long, look luk dem git bex, an den dey fade way een de wood an\nleff me lone een de road.\u201d\n\nCan you recognize them? \u201cYes, Mossa, ef I bin know dem befo dey dead,\nI kin know dem now. Me kin see dem dist es plain es me kin see you\nnow. Only tarruh night me bin comin from Barnedo plantation. Dest es I\ncross de causeway an rise de hill by Shannul ole buryin-groun me see\nMiley,--wuh bin dead de year arter freedom,--duh lean genst one oak\ntree sider de road. Day dis biggin fuh broke. Me gone up ter um an me\ntry fuh pass de time er day wid um, fuh me yent bin see um sence dat\nrainy ebenin wen we bury um in Shannul. Miley look say eh bin want fuh\nax me someting; an den, all ob a sutten, eh check isself, an eh tun\nroun an mek off fuh de grabe-yad. Me foller um, an wen eh come teh eh\nown grabe eh pit eh head down, an eh gie two er tree whul, an down eh\ngone. Me walk up en sarche de grabe. Me cant fine out how Miley git\neen. De grass yent mash. De groun yent broke; no hole day: an yet me\nsee um, wid me own yeye, gone down, head foremose, een eh grabe.\n\n\u201cLas winter me en George bin er hunt possum een Jerrido bottom. We bin\nketch two fat possum, an dest befo we mek up we mine fuh go back home\nwe buil one fire fuh wam weself. De night berry cole. Wen we bin er wam\nwe han an we foot roun de fire, yuh come ole Uncle Andrew, wuh nusen\nter dribe fur ole Mossa, an ole Uncle Jupter, wuh bin de gadner, an ole\nAunt Peggy. Dem walk up tarrur side de fire an look at we, but dem yent\nbin crack eh teet ter we. Me see dem plain, en me try fuh pint dem out\nto George. Him couldnt shum, cause George yent bin born wid caul. De\ndog nebber notus um. Bimeby George hair biggin fuh rise. George skade,\nan we leff fuh de nigger house.\n\n\u201cYou member Jacob wuh dem bin heng een de Boro? Well, me an Sam meet um\none moon-shiny night een de big road, wid de een er de rope tie roun\neh neck. Me kin tell you bout heap er people me bin meet an see arter\ndem done dead an bury. Me shum mose ebry night. Me kin show you some\nter-night ef you bin born wid caul. Many time dem people wuh cant see\nsperit come pon top dem an dunno nuttne bout um. Enty wen you duh walk\nlong de road der night you suttenly feel hot win bresh by you cheek?\nEnty you sometime smell dead man finger? Enty you yeddy bush crack der\nwood wen de win yent der blow? Dem duh sperit, but you no know. Sperit\nder walk close by you, but you no shum. Me could pint dem out an tell\nyou who dem yiz.\u201d\n\nAre you not afraid of these spirits? \u201cNo, Mossa; wuh me gwine fade um\nfuh? Dem nuttne cept de shape er people wid de sperit eenside. De bone\nan meat done leff um. Dem cant hot nobody. Eh breff cant pizen you; an\nef eh did knock at you, eh dis same es ef win try fuh hit you.\u201d\n\nWhy do they come out of their graves? \u201cMe dunno, cept dem want fuh see\none anurrer, an wisit dem ole home, an look pon topper dem ole fren.\u201d\n\nAre they all grown? \u201cNo, sir; you see dem all size, leetle an big, man\nan ooman, gal an boy, an leely baby. My leely Sue, wuh dead, blan come\nan play bout de house ebry now an den. One time me try fuh ketch um up\nin me arm, but me han gone clean tru um dis luk er shadder, an den eh\nwanish, an me so sorry.\u201d\n\nThese notions of July may be accepted as typifying the belief on this\nsubject entertained by the great majority of the negroes on the coast.\nMany went a step further, and invested these ghosts and \u201csperits\u201d with\nthe ability to intervene in mundane affairs, and to entail harm and\nmisfortune upon those with whom they had not lived amicably while in\nthe flesh. It was the belief of some of the African tribes that the\npower of a ghost bore some relation to that which the being possessed\nwhen alive, and it may be that an inherited thought affords at least a\npartial explanation of the ideas still entertained by their descendants\nupon the shores of this New World.\n\n\n\n\n                                  LXI.\n\n                         DADDY JUPITER\u2019S VISION.\n\n     Dreams are intimately associated with the lower forms of\n     religion.... During sleep the spirit seems to desert the\n     body; and as in dreams we visit other localities and even\n     other worlds, living as it were a separate and different\n     life, the two phenomena are not unnaturally regarded as the\n     complements of one another.--SIR JOHN LUBBOCK.\n\n\nDaddy Jupiter was an old man when I first knew him. In the capacity of\na body servant he had accompanied his master during the campaign of\n1812-15; and this fact, apart from his excellent character, elevated\nhim in the esteem of all. For many years prior to his death he was\npractically \u201coff duty,\u201d keeping in-doors whenever he did not feel\nentirely well, and in pleasant weather working in the vegetable garden.\nHe was fond of his chickens and pigs, and cultivated on his own account\na small patch where arrowroot, long collards, sugar-cane, tanniers,\nground-nuts, benne, gourds, and watermelons grew in commingled\nluxuriance. A widower and without children, he led, in the main, a\nretired life; seldom visiting at the houses of the other negroes on\nthe plantation, but always chatting pleasantly with all who came to\nsee him. At the \u201cPraise-House\u201d his seat was never vacant when his\nhealth permitted him to be present, and he filled the office of a\n\u201cwatchman\u201d upon the plantation. It was the duty of one occupying that\nstation to advise in spiritual matters, to lead in the semi-weekly\nprayer-meetings, to set an example which others might well follow,\nand to counsel in all religious difficulties. Although somewhat\nquick-tempered, and jealous of that respect which he deemed his due\nfrom others, he was upright, honest, full of Christian sentiment, and\npronounced in his condemnation of everything savoring of evil. In a\nword, he was a man of good reputation, enjoyed the confidence of his\nfellows, stood high in his church, and was supposed to be in special\nfavor with the Lord.\n\nDuring the winter preceding his death Jupiter suffered much from\nrheumatism. For weeks together he ventured no further than the door of\nhis cabin, where he would sit and sun himself and smoke his clay pipe.\nA negro lad, C\u00e6sar by name, had been deputed to cook for him, to wait\nupon him, and to minister to his needs.\n\nI called one morning to see the old man, to inquire after his health,\nand to ascertain whether his wants were properly supplied. For an hour\nand more he entertained me, as was his wont, with tales of the olden\ntime, and was evidently in excellent spirits. As I was about to depart,\nC\u00e6sar said: \u201cMossa, Uncle Jupter bin hab er wision las night. Leh him\ntell you bout um.\u201d My curiosity being excited, I resumed my seat,\nand inquired: \u201cDaddy, is that true? Have you had a vision?\u201d \u201cYes, me\nchile,\u201d he answered, \u201cme suttenly did hab er wision, an er berry good\none too.\u201d \u201cTell me about it,\u201d I rejoined. \u201cWell, yeddy me,\u201d replied the\nold man, and he spoke as follows:--\n\n\u201cLas night, dis befo fus fowl crow, me bin er leddown een me bed. De\nmoon done set. C\u00e6sar, him bin ter sleep by de fire een de tarruh room.\nEberyting on de plantation gone bed. Me bin study bout de time wen\nole Jupter hab ter meet him Lord and Master, an me berry happy een me\nbussum. Den me drap ter sleep. How long me bin ter sleep me dunno,\nbut all ob er sutten pear like ebry shingle an boad hab er crack, an\nde light stream tru, an de room bin bright es day. Wile me duh wonder\nwudduh dat, four leely angel, wuh dress een wite an hab wing on eh\nback, fly een de room. Two light topper de foot er de bed, an one on\narur side er me. My! but dem bin pooty! Me see heap er pooty wite\nchillun een me time, but me nebber bin see nuttne teh come up ter dem,\nnur ter ketch nigh um. Dem look pon topper me so kind, an dey open\nan shet dem wing, an mek sich a cool breeze een de house. Bimeby me\nretch out me han fuh tell de one huddy wuh bin tan close me bed on de\nright side, but eh draw back, an eh say: \u2018Jupter, we come fuh leh you\nknow de blessed Jesus duh commin fuh cahr you up ter Hebben an show\nyou de seat wuh eh hab ready fur you.\u2019 Me dat glad me yent hab bref\nfuh mek ansur. Me hard fuh bleebe me own yez. Me harte rise up een me\ntroat, an me yent duh say nuttne, but me duh watch fur de Lord. Soon de\nblessed Jesus, wid de print er de nail een eh han an eh foot, an wid de\nstar on eh head, drap right down tru de top er de house dout crack er\nshingle, an eh call me name, an eh tell me fuh rise, an eh pit eh han\nonder me shoulder, an eh liff me up light es er fedder. Me ole cloze\nan me ole body leff behine, an somehow narruh me sperit, him keep de\nshape er de body. Den eh pit eh han onder me arm, an eh cahr me way up\neenter de element, beyant de sun an de moon an de star, an de leely\nangel duh foller we. We gone an we gone way up tel we git ter er big\nalablaster house, wid high piazza all roun an roun, wuh shine same luk\nde sun, buil in de middle er a beautiful gaden wid flower, an fruit, an\nhummin-bud, an butterfly, an angel wid harp duh sing an duh joy ehself\nonder de tree. Dis es we git ter de big gate, wuh mek wid pearl, eh\nswing open dout tetch um, an de blessed Jesus lead dis poor ole nigger\nup de shinin pate to de big house way de Lord lib.\n\n\u201cWe gone up de step an enter de pahler, way de great God bin er set on\neh golden trone. Den de blessed Jesus mek de good Lord sensible dat dis\nduh Jupter wuh him hab sabe, an dat eh fetch um fuh show um eh seat\nwuh eh done prepare fur um. Wid dat de Lord, him call teh one angel,\nan eh tell um fuh bring one chair an set um down befo eh trone. Soon\nes dis bin done eh say: \u2018Jupter, yuh you chair; set een um. Eh blants\nter you.\u2019 Mossa, you nebber bin see sech chair een all you life. Eh hab\ngold rocker ter um. Eh hab welwit cushin een eh bottom. Eh hab high\nback, an eh arm stuff. Eh so soffe an easy. Eh look pootier den dat big\nrockin chair wuh ole Mossa bin gib Missy wen eh marry you farruh. Me\nshame fuh set een de chair, but de blessed Jesus, him courage me, an me\ntek me seat, an me so tankful dat me hab one chair een de mansion een\nde sky.\n\n\u201cDen de blessed Jesus tell anurruh angel fuh bring me some milk an\nhoney fuh drink. Eh bring um een a nice glass tumbler, an eh gen me fuh\ndrink. Me tase um, an eh sweet mone anyting me ebber drink een me life.\nEh tell me fuh drink um down, an wen me drink all outer de glass, an me\nyeye ketch sight er de bottom er de tumbler, me see some speck. De ting\ntrouble me, fuh me dunno wuh mek speck day een de bottom er dat clean\ntumbler. Den de blessed Master notus me, an eh say: \u2018Dont fret, Jupter;\ndem speck duh you sin, but now dem all leff behine.\u2019\n\n\u201cAll dis time me bin er set wid me face tun way from de Lord an eh\ntrone, cause eh so great an bright me couldnt look pon topper um.\nMossa, me cant scribe wuh me see an yeddy een dat Hebben. Eh yent fuh\ntell. De blessed Jesus tek me tru de gaden, down by de ribber, an een\nde orchud way de bigges peach, an fig, an orange, an pomegranate, an\nwatermillion, an all kin der fruit der grow. Me see heap er good\npeople wuh me bin know befo eh dead. Ole Mossa, Cappne Maxwell, ole Mr.\nAshmore, Buh Jack, Sister Masha, me own Dinah, an mo bin day, an dem\nall hab harp, an bin der sing, an walk bout, an der pledjur ehself. Dem\nglad fuh see me too, an gen me de right han er fellership.\n\n\u201cArter me bin in Hebben good wile, de blessed Master, him say: \u2018Come,\nJupter, I gwine show you way de bad people go.\u2019 Den eh lead me down to\none bottom wuh dark an kibber wid cloud. In de fur een me see smoke duh\nrise, an me yeddy people duh cry an duh holler so bad. Wen we git ter\ndat spot, lo an behole! day was de mouf er Hell. Satan, him bin day wid\neh pitchfork, an eh black head wid screech-owl yez, an eh red yeye, an\neh claw-han, an eh forky tail. Eh tan right at de mouf er de big hole\nway de smoke an de fire duh bile out. Fas as de tarruh debble bring\nsinner ter um, eh push um wid eh pitchfork an eh trow um een de fire.\nLord Amighty! Mossa, how dem sinner did kick an holler an try fuh pull\nway! But twant no use. De minnit ole Satan graff eh claw on um eh gone,\nan you could yeddy um duh fry een de fire same luk fat een me pan yuh.\nMe bin rale skade. De ting mek me sick. Me hole on ter me Jesus, an him\ntell me not teh fade, dat nuttne shill trouble me.\n\n\u201cDis at dat time me wake. Me hair bin a rise on me head, an wen me come\nfuh fine out me bin een me own bed, an fowl bin a crow fuh day. Oh,\nMossa! dat ting wuh dem call Hell duh a bad place. Me no wan shum no\nmo, an me yent gwine day nurrer. Enty de blessed Jesus done show me de\nchair wuh eh done sabe fuh me een Hebben? Yes, Mossa, me seat eh fix,\nan ole Jupter ready fur go wenebber de Lord call.\u201d\n\nHe was indeed prepared, and early in the spring we laid him to rest\nbeneath the venerable live-oaks which, with their solemn arms, guarded\nthe plantation burying-ground. Then, not in a vision, but in reality,\nas we believe, the good old man claimed and was accorded his seat in\nthe \u201cmansion not made with hands, eternal in the Heavens.\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                                GLOSSARY\n\n\n  _Abnue_, avenue\n  _Agg_, egg\n  _All ob er sutten_, quickly and unexpectedly\n  _An_, and\n  _Arter_, after\n  _Arur_, each, either\n  _Ax_, ask\n\n  _Bactize_, baptize\n  _Bague_, to beg\n  _Barruh_, barrow\n  _Beber_, beaver\n  _Bedout_, without\n  _Ben_, bend, bent, been\n  _Berry_, very\n  _Bes_, best\n  _Bex_, vex, vexed\n  _Bidness_, business\n  _Biggin_, begin, began\n  _Bimeby_, by and by, presently\n  _Binner_, was, were\n  _Bittle_, victuals\n  _Blan_, in the habit of, accustomed to\n  _Blanks_\u23ab\n  _Blants_\u23ad belongs to\n  _Bleebe_, believe\n  _Bleege_, obliged, compelled\n  _Bodder_, to bother\n  _Bode_, board, boards\n  _Bofe_, both\n  _Bole_, bold\n  _Boun_, resolved upon, forced to\n  _Bredder_, brother\n  _Bref_, breath\n  _Bres_, breast\n  _Bresh_, brush-wood, to brush\n  _Broke up_, to leave, to depart\n  _Brukwus_, breakfast\n  _Buckra_, white man\n  _Bud_, bird\n  _Budduh_\u23ab\n  _Buh_   \u23ad brother\n  _Buhhine_, behind\n  _Bun_, burn\n  _Buss_, burst, or break through\n\n  _Cahr_, carry\n  _Caze_, because\n  _Ceive_, deceive\n  _Cept_, accept, accepted, except\n  _Chillun_, children\n  _Chimbly_, chimney\n  _Chune_, tune\n  _Cist_, insist\n  _Clorte_, cloth\n  _Cloze_, clothes\n  _Cohoot_, bargain, agreement\n  _Cole_, cold\n  _Conjunct_, agree to, conclude\n  _Cote_, court\n  _Crack eh teet_, make answer\n  _Crap_, crop\n  _Crape_, scrape\n  _Cratch_, scratch\n  _Cut down_, disappointed, chagrined\n\n  _Darter_, daughter\n  _Day_, there, is, to be, am\n  _Day day_, to be there\n  _Den_, then\n  _Der_, was, were, into\n  _Dest_\u23ab\n  _Dist_\u23ad just, only\n  _Destant_, distant, distance\n  _Det_, death\n  _Diffunce_, difference\n  _Disher_, this\n  _Do_, door\n  _Dout_, without\n  _Drap_, drop, dropped\n  _Duh_, was, were\n  _Dunno_, don\u2019t know\n  _Dut_, dirt\n\n  _Edder_, other\n  _Eeben_, even\n  _Een_, in, end\n  _Eenwite_, invite\n  _Ef_, if\n  _Eh_, he, she, it, his, her, its\n  _Element_, the sky, upper air\n  _En_, end\n  _Enty_, are you not, are they not, do you not, do they not, is it not\n\n  _Faber_, favor\n  _Faid_, to be afraid\n  _Fambly_, family\n  _Fanner_, a shallow basket\n  _Farruh_\u23ab\n  _Farrur_\u23ad father\n  _Feber_, fever\n  _Fedder_, feather, feathers\n  _Fiel_, field\n  _Fine_, supply with food, find\n  _Flaber_, flavor\n  _Flo_, floor\n  _Flut_, flirt\n  _Foce_, force\n  _Forrud_, forehead\n  _Fren_, friend\n  _Fros_, frost\n  _Fuh_, for\n  _Fuh sutten_, for a certainty\n  _Fuss_, first\n\n  _Gage_, engage, hire\n  _Gedder_, gather, collect\n  _Gelt_, to girt\n  _Gem_, to give\n  _Gen_, gave, again\n  _Gie_, give\n  _Gimme_, give me\n  _Glec_, neglect\n  _Glub_, gloves\n  _Gooly_, good\n  _Graff_, grab\n  _Gree_, agree, consent\n  _Grine salt_, fly round and round\n  _Guine_\u23ab\n  _Gwine_\u23ad going, going to\n\n  _Haffer_, have to, had to\n  _Hair rise_, badly frightened\n  _Haky_ \u23ab\n  _Harky_\u23ad hearken to, heed\n  _Han_, hand\n  _Hanker_, long for, desire\n  _Hatchich_, hatchet\n  _Head_, get the better of\n  _Head um_, get ahead of him\n  _Hebby_, heavy\n  _Holler_, halloo, hollow\n  _Hoona_, you\n  _Hot_, to hurt\n  _Huccum_, how happens it, why, how come\n  _Huddy_, how d\u2019ye do\n\n  _Ile me bade_, grease my mouth\n  _Isself_, himself, herself, itself, themselves\n\n  _Jew_, dew\n  _Jist_, just\n  _Juk_, jerk\n\n  _Ketch_, catch, reach to, approach\n  _Kibber_, cover\n  _Kine_, kind\n  _Knowledge_, acknowledge, admit\n\n  _Labuh_, labor\n  _Lass_, to suffice for, to last\n  _Lean fuh_, set out for\n  _Led-down_, lay down\n  _Leek_, to lick with the tongue\n  _Leely_ \u23ab\n  _Leetle_\u23ad little\n  _Leff_, to leave, did leave, left\n  _Leggo_, to let go\n  _Leh_, let\n  _Lemme_, let me\n  _Lenk_, length\n  _Libbin_, living\n  _Lick_, to whip, stroke of the whip\n  _Lickin_, whipping\n  _Lick back_, turn rapidly back\n  _Lief_, leave, permission\n  _Light on_, to mount\n  _Light out_, to start off\n  _Long_, with, from\n  _Lub_, love\n  _Luk_   \u23ab\n  _Lucker_\u23ad like\n\n  _Mange_, mane\n  _Medjuh_, measure\n  _Mek_, make, made\n  _Mek fuh_, to go to\n  _Mek out_, fare, thrive, succeed\n  _Member_, to remind\n  _Men eh pace_, increase his speed\n  _Mine_, mind, heed, take care of\n  _Miration_, wonder, astonishment\n  _Mo_, more\n  _Moober_, moreover\n  _Mona_ \u23ab\n  _Moner_\u23ad more than\n  _Mona dat_, more than that\n  _Mose_, almost\n  _Mossa_, master\n  _Mouf_\u23ab\n  _Mout_\u23ad mouth\n  _Murrer_, mother\n  _Mussne_, must not\n  _Muster_, must have\n\n  _Nabor_, neighbor\n  _Narruh_, another\n  _Nebber_, never\n  _Nekked_, naked\n  _Nes_, nest\n  _New Nigger_, a negro fresh from Africa\n  _Nigh_, to draw near to\n  _Notus_, notice, observe\n  _Noung_, young\n  _Nudder_, another\n  _Nuff_, enough\n  _Nummine_, never mind\n  _Nurrer_, neither, another\n  _Nuse_, use, employ\n  _Nussen_, used to, accustomed to\n  _Nuss_, nurse\n  _Nuttne_, nothing\n\n  _Obersheer_, overseer\n  _Offer_, off of\n  _Ole_, old\n  _Ooman_, woman, women\n  _Out_, to go out, to extinguish\n  _Outer_, out of\n\n  _Pahler_, parlor\n  _Passon_, parson\n  _Pate_, path\n  _Pen pon_, depend upon\n  _Perwision_, provisions\n  _Pinder_, ground-nuts, peanuts\n  _Pint_, direct, directed, point\n  _Pintment_, appointment\n  _Pit_, put, apply\n  _Playpossum_, to fool, to practice deceit\n  _Pledjuh_, pleasure\n  _Po_, poor, pour\n  _Pon_, upon\n  _Pooty_, pretty\n  _Pose_, post\n  _Prommus_, promise\n  _Pruppus_, on purpose\n  _Pusson_, person\n\n  _Quaintun_, acquainted with\n  _Quaintance_, acquaintances\n  _Quile_, to coil, coiled\n  _Quire_, to inquire, inquired\n\n  _Rale_, very truly, really\n  _Range_, reins\n  _Rastle_, to wrestle\n  _Retch_, to reach, to arrive at\n  _Ribber_, river\n  _Riz_, rose\n  _Roose_, roost\n\n  _Sabe_, to know\n  _San_, sand\n  _Sarbis_, service, kindness\n  _Satify_ \u23ab\n  _Saterfy_\u23ad satisfied, happy, content\n  _Scace_, scarce\n  _Schway_, to swear, swore\n  _Scuse_, excuse\n  _Seaznin_, seasoning\n  _Sebbn_, seven\n  _Sed_, sit, sat\n  _Sed-down_, sit down, sat down\n  _Shet_, shut\n  _Sho_, sure\n  _Sholy_, surely\n  _Shum_, to see it, see him, see her, see them\n  _Sider_, on the side of\n  _Sisso_, say so\n  _Skade_, scared\n  _Smate_, smart\n  _Sofe_, soft\n  _Soon man_, very smart, wide-awake man\n  _Sorter_, sort of, after a fashion\n  _Sparruh_, sparrow\n  _Spec_, expect\n  _Spose_, expose\n  _Spute_, contest the championship with\n  _State_, start, begin\n  _Steader_\u23ab\n  _Stidder_\u23ad instead of\n  _Straighten fur_, run rapidly for\n  _Stroy_, destroy\n  _Sukkle_, circle, fly around\n  _Summuch_, so much\n  _Sutten_, certain, sudden\n  _Suttenly_, certainly, suddenly\n  _Swade_, persuade\n  _Swode_, sword\n\n  _Tack_, to attack\n  _Tackle_, to hold to account\n  _Tan_, to stand\n  _Tarrify_, to terrify, to annoy\n  _Tarruh_ \u23ab\n  _Turruh_ \u23ad the other\n  _Tase_, to taste, taste\n  _Tay_, stay\n  _Tek_, take\n  _Tek wid um_, pleased with him, her, or it\n  _Tek you foot_, to walk\n  _Tel_, until\n  _Ten_, attend to\n  _Tend_, intend\n  _Tenk_  \u23ab\n  _Tenky_ \u23ad to thank, thanks\n  _Ter_ \u23ab\n  _Teh_ \u23ad to\n  _Tetch_, touch\n  _Tetter_, potatoes\n  _Tick_, thick, abundant, a stick\n  _Ticket_, thicket\n  _Tickler_, particular\n  _Tief_, to steal, thief\n  _Ting_, thing\n  _Tird_, third\n  _Titter_, sister\n  _Togerruh_, together\n  _Tole_, told\n  _Topper_, on top of, on\n  _Tote_, carry\n  _Trabble_, travel\n  _Tru_, through\n  _Truss_, trust\n  _Trute_, truth\n  _Tuff_, tuft\n  _Tuk_, took\n  _Tun_, turn, return\n  _Tun flour_, to cook hominy\n\n  _Up ter de notch_, in the best style\n  _Usen_, to be in the habit of\n\n  _Vise_, to advise\n  _Vive_, revive\n\n  _Wan_, to want, to wish, want\n  _Warse_, wasp\n  _Wase_, waste\n  _Way_, where\n  _Wayebber_, wherever\n  _Whalin ob er_, enormous, severe\n  _Wid_, with\n  _Wile_, while\n  _Win_, wind\n  _Wine_, vine\n  _Wish de time er day_, to say good-bye, how d\u2019ye do\n  _Wud_, word\n  _Wudduh dat_, what is that\n  _Wuffer_, what for, why, what to\n  _Wuh_, what, which, who\n  _Wuhebbuh_, whatever\n  _Wuk_, work\n  _Wul_, world\n  _Wunt_, will not, would not\n  _Wurrum_, worms\n  _Wus_, worse\n  _Wus den nebber_, worse than ever\n  _Wut_, worth\n\n  _Yad_, yard\n  _Yearin_, hearing\n  _Yeddy_, to hear, to hearken to\n  _Yender_ \u23ab\n  _Yent_   \u23ad not, was not, were not\n  _Yent day day_, is not there, are not there\n  _Yeye_, eye, eyes\n  _Yez_, ear, ears\n  _Yiz_, am, is, to be, did\n  _Yuh_, here\n\n  _Zamine_, examine\n\n\nNUMBERS\n\n  _One_, one\n  _Two_, two\n  _Tree_, three\n  _Fo_, four\n  _Fibe_, five\n  _Six_, six\n  _Sebbn_, seven\n  _Eight_, eight\n  _Nine_, nine\n  _Ten_, ten\n  _Lebbn_, eleven\n  _Twelbe_, twelve\n  _Tirteen_, thirteen\n  _Foteen_, fourteen\n  _Fifteen_, fifteen\n  _Sixteen_, sixteen\n  _Sebbnteen_, seventeen\n  _Eighteen_, eighteen\n  _Nineteen_, nineteen\n  _Twenty_, twenty\n  _Tirty_, thirty\n  _Forty_, forty\n  _Fifty_, fifty\n  _Sixty_, sixty\n  _Sebbnty_, seventy\n  _Eighty_, eighty\n  _Ninety_, ninety\n  _One hundud_, one hundred\n  _One tousan_, one thousand\n\n\nMONTHS OF THE YEAR\n\n  _Jinnywerry_, January\n  _Febbywerry_, February\n  _Mache_, March\n  _Aprul_, April\n  _May_, May\n  _June_, June\n  _Jully_, July\n  _Augus_, August\n  _Sectember_, September\n  _October_, October\n  _Nowember_, November\n  _December_, December\n\n\nDAYS OF THE WEEK\n\n  _Mundy_, Monday\n  _Chuseday_, Tuesday\n  _Wensday_, Wednesday\n  _Tursday_, Thursday\n  _Friday_, Friday\n  _Sattyday_, Saturday\n  _Sunday_, Sunday\n\n\n\n\nTranscriber\u2019s Note\n\nWords and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like\nthis_. Footnotes were renumbered sequentially and were moved to the end\nof the story in which the anchor occurs. The following were amended:\n\n  Added close quotation mark to sentence:\n    \u201cTenky, tenky, ... me git all dis money.\u201d\n  Changed \u2018heaper\u2019 to \u2018heap er\u2019 ... eenwite heap er fren ...\n  Changed \u2018ob er\u2019 to \u2018ober\u2019 ... all ober sutten, ...\n  Changed \u2018XLI\u2019 to \u2018LXI\u2019 for final chapter number.","title":"Negro myths from the Georgia coast, told in the vernacular","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":37913}