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II. THE WONDERFUL TAR BABY STORY
"Didn't the fox never catch the rabbit, Uncle Remus?" asked the
little boy the next evening.
"He come mighty nigh it, honey, sho's you born--Brer Fox did. One
day atter Brer Rabbit fool 'im wid dat calamus root, Brer Fox went
ter wuk en got 'im some tar, en mix it wid some turkentime, en fix
up a contrapshun w'at he call a Tar-Baby, en he tuck dish yer
Tar-Baby en he sot 'er in de big road, en den he lay off in de bushes
fer to see what de news wuz gwine ter be. En he didn't hatter wait
long, nudder, kaze bimeby here come Brer Rabbit pacin' down de
road--lippity-clippity, clippity -lippity--dez ez sassy ez a jay-bird.
Brer Fox, he lay low. Brer Rabbit come prancin' 'long twel he spy
de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz
'stonished. De Tar Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay
low.
"`Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee - `nice wedder dis mawnin','
sezee.
"Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox he lay low.
"`How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate?' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee.
"Brer Fox, he wink his eye slow, en lay low, en de Tar-Baby, she
ain't sayin' nuthin'.
"'How you come on, den? Is you deaf?' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.
'Kaze if you is, I kin holler louder,' sezee.
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"'You er stuck up, dat's w'at you is,' says Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'en I'm
gwine ter kyore you, dat's w'at I'm a gwine ter do,' sezee.
"Brer Fox, he sorter chuckle in his stummick, he did, but Tar-Baby
ain't sayin' nothin'.
"'I'm gwine ter larn you how ter talk ter 'spectubble folks ef hit's de
las' ack,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee. 'Ef you don't take off dat hat en
tell me howdy, I'm gwine ter bus' you wide open,' sezee.
"Tar-Baby stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"Brer Rabbit keep on axin' 'im, en de Tar-Baby, she keep on sayin'
nothin', twel present'y Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis', he did,
en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his
merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im.
But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"`Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit,
sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat
stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox, he lay low.
"`Tu'n me loose, fo' I kick de natal stuffin' outen you,' sez Brer
Rabbit, sezee, but de Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin'. She des hilt
on, en de Brer Rabbit lose de use er his feet in de same way. Brer
Fox, he lay low. Den Brer Rabbit squall out dat ef de Tar-Baby
don't tu'n 'im loose he butt 'er cranksided. En den he butted, en his
head got stuck. Den Brer Fox, he sa'ntered fort', lookin' dez ez
innercent ez wunner yo' mammy's mockin'-birds.
"`Howdy, Brer Rabbit,' sez Brer Fox, sezee. `You look sorter stuck
up dis mawnin',' sezee, en den he rolled on de groun', en laft en laft
twel he couldn't laff no mo'. `I speck you'll take dinner wid me dis
time, Brer Rabbit. I done laid in some calamus root, en I ain't
gwineter take no skuse,' sez Brer Fox, sezee."
Here Uncle Remus paused, and drew a two-pound yam out of the
ashes.
"Did the fox eat the rabbit?" asked the little boy to whom the story
had been told.
"Dat's all de fur de tale goes," replied the old man. "He mout, an
den agin he moutent. Some say Judge B'ar come 'long en loosed
'im - some say he didn't. I hear Miss Sally callin'. You better run
'long."
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