Mr. Fox Tackles Old Man Tarrypin
"ONE DAY," said Uncle Remus, sharpening
his knife on the palm of his hand - "one day Brer Fox strike up wid Brer
Tarrypin right in de middle er de big road. Brer Tarrypin done heer'd 'im
comin', en he 'low ter hisse'f dat he'd sorter keep one eye open; but Brer
Fox wuz monstus perlite, en he open up de confab, he did, like he ain't see
Brer Tarrypin sence de las' freshit.
" 'Heyo, Brer Tarrypin, whar you bin dis long-come-short?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
" 'Lounjun 'roun', Brer Fox, lounjun 'roun', sez Brer Tarrypin.
" 'You don't look sprucy like you did, Brer Tarrypin,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
"Den de talk sorter run on like dis:
" 'W'at ail you, Brer Tarrypin? Yo' eye look mighty red,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
" 'Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at trouble is. You ain't bin lounjun
'roun' en suffer'n,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
" 'Bofe eyes red, en you look like you mighty weak, Brer Tarrypin,' sez
Grer Fox, sezee.
" 'Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at trouble is,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
" 'W'at ail you now, Brer Tarrypin?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
" 'Tuck a walk de udder day, en man come 'long en sot de fiel' a-fier.
Lor', Brer Fox, you dunner w'at trouble is,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee.
" 'How you git out de fier, Brer Tarrypin?' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
" 'Sot en tuck it, Brer Fox,' Brer Tarrypin, sezee. 'Sot en tuck it, en
de smoke sif' in my eye, en de fier scorch my back,' sez Brer Tarrypin,
sezee.
" 'Likewise hit bu'n yo' tail off,' sez Brer Fox, sezee.
" 'Oh, no, dar's de tail, Brer Fox,' sez Brer Tarrypin, sezee, en wid dat
he oncurl his tail fum under de shell, en no sooner did he do dat dan Brer
Fox grab it, en holler out:
" 'Oh yes, Brer Tarrypin? Oh, yes! En so you er de man w'at lam me on de
head at Miss Meadow's is you? You er in wid Brer Rabbit, is you? Well, I'm
gwine ter out you.'
"Brer Tarrypin beg en beg, but 'twa'n't no use. Brer Fox done been fool
so much dat he look like he 'termin' fer ter have Brer Tarrypin haslett. Den
Brer Tarrypin beg Brer Fox not fer ter drown 'im, but Brer Fox ain't makin'
no prommus, en den he beg Brer Fox fer ter bu'n 'im kaze he done useter
fier, but Brer Fox don't say nothin'. Bimeby Brer Fox drag Brer Tarrypin off
little ways b'low de spring-'ouse, en souze him under de water. Den Brer
Tarrypin begin fer ter holler:
" 'Tu'n loose dat stump root en ketch holt er me - tu'n loose dat stump
root en ketch holt er me.'
"Brer Fox he holler back:
" 'I ain't got holt er no stump root, en I is got holt er you.'
"Brer Tarrypin he keep on holler'n:
" 'Ketch holt er me - I'm a drownin' - I'm a drownin' - tu'n loose de
stump root en ketch holt er me.'
"Sho nuff, Brer Fox tu'n loose de tail, en Brer Tarrypin, he went down
ter de bottom - kerblunkity-blink!"
No typographical combination or description could do justice to the
guttural sonorousmess - the peculiar intonation - which Uncle Remus imparted
to this combination. It was so peculiar, indeed, that the little boy
asked:
"How did he go to the bottom, Uncle Remus?"
"Kerblunkity-blink!"
"Was he drowned, Uncle Remus?"
"Who? Ole man Tarrypin? Is you drowndid w'en yo' ma tucks you in de
bed?"
"Well, no," replied the little boy, dubiously.
"Ole man Tarrypin wuz at home I tell you, honey.
Kerbinkity-blunk!"