Mr. Lion's Sad Predicament

The discussion over Aunt Tempy's fragmentary story having exhausted

itself, Daddy Jack turned up his coat collar until it was as high as the

top of his head, and then tried to button it under his chin. If this

attempt had been successful, the old African would have presented a

diabolical appearance; but the coat refused to be buttoned in that

style. After several attempts, which created no end of amusement for the

little boy, Daddy Jack said:

"Da Lion, 'e no hab bin sma't lak B'er Rabbit. 'E strong wit' 'e fut, 'e

strong wit' 'e tush, but 'e no strong wit' 'e head. 'E bery foolish,

'cep' 'e is bin hab chance ter jump 'pon dem creetur.

"One tam 'e bin come by B'er Rabbit in da road; 'e ahx um howdy; 'e ahx

um wey 'e gwan. B'er Rabbit say 'e gwan git fum front de Buckra Man wut

bin comin' 'long da road. B'er Rabbit say:

"'Hide you'se'f, B'er Lion; da Buckra ketch-a you fer true; 'e is bin

ketch-a you tam he pit 'e y-eye 'pon you; 'e mekky you sick wit' sorry.

Hide fum da Buckra, B'er Lion!'

"Da Lion, 'e shekky 'e head; 'e say:

"'Ki! Me no skeer da Buckra Man. I glad fer shum. I ketch um un I kyar

um wey I lif; me hab da Buckra Man fer me bittle. How come you bein'

skeer da Buckra Man, B'er Rabbit?'

"B'er Rabbit look all 'bout fer see ef da Buckra bin comin'. 'E say:

"'Me hab plenty reason, B'er Lion. Da Buckra Man shoot-a wit' one gun.

'E r'ise um too 'e y-eye, 'e p'int um stret toze you; 'e say _bang!_ one

tam, 'e say _bang!_ two tam: dun you is bin git hu't troo da head un

cripple in da leg.'

"Lion, 'e shek 'e head; 'e say:

"'Me no skeer da Buckra Man. I grab-a da gun. I ketch um fer me

brekwus.'

"B'er Rabbit, 'e lahff; 'e say:

"'Him quare fer true. Me skeer da Buckra, me no skeer you; but you no

skeer da Buckra. How come dis?'

"Da Lion lash 'e tail; 'e say:

"'Me no skeer da Buckra, but me skeer da Pa'tridge; me berry skeer da

Pa'tridge.'

"B'er Rabbit, 'e lahff tel 'e kin lahff no mo'. 'E say:

"'How come you skeer da Pa'tridge? 'E fly wun you wink-a you' eye; 'e

run un 'e fly. Hoo! me no skeer 'bout dem Pa'tridge. Me skeer da

Buckra.'

"Da Lion, 'e look all 'bout fer see ef da Pa'tridge bin comin'. 'E

say:

"'I skeer da Pa'tridge. Wun me bin walk in da bushside, da Pa'tridge 'e

hol' right still 'pon da groun' tel me come dey-dey, un dun 'e fly

up--_fud-d-d-d-d-d-e-e!_ Wun 'e is bin do dat me is git-a skeer berry

bahd.'"

No typographical device could adequately describe Daddy Jack's imitation

of the flushing of a covey of partridges, or quail; but it is needless

to say that it made its impression upon the little boy. The old African

went on:

"B'er Rabbit, 'e holler un lahff; 'e say:

"'Me no skeer da Pa'tridge. I bin run dem up ebry day. Da no hu't-a you,

B'er Lion. You hol' you' eye 'pon da Buckra Man. Da Pa'tridge, 'e no hab

no gun fer shoot-a you wit'; da Buckra, 'e is bin hab one gun two

tam.[74] Let da Pa'tridge fly, B'er Lion; but wun da Buckra Man come you

bes' keep in de shady side. I tell you dis, B'er Lion.'

"Da Lion, 'e stan' um down 'e no skeer da Buckra Man, un bimeby 'e say

goo'-bye; 'e say 'e gwan look fer da Buckra Man fer true.

"So long tam, B'er Rabbit is bin yeddy one big fuss in da timber; 'e

yeddy da Lion v'ice. B'er Rabbit foller da fuss tel 'e is bin come 'pon

da Lion wey 'e layin' 'pon da groun'. Da Lion, 'e is moan; 'e is groan;

'e is cry. 'E hab hole in 'e head, one, two, t'ree hole in 'e side; 'e

holler, 'e groan. B'er Rabbit, 'e ahx um howdy. 'E say:

"'Ki, B'er Lion, wey you hab fine so much trouble?'

"Da Lion, 'e moan, 'e groan, 'e cry; 'e say:

"'Ow, ma Lord! I hab one hole in me head, one, two, t'ree hole in me

side, me leg bin bruk!'

"B'er Rabbit bin hol' 'e head 'pon one side; 'e look skeer. 'E say:

"'Ki, B'er Lion! I no know da Pa'tridge is so bahd lak dat. I t'ink 'e

fly 'way un no hu't-a you. Shuh-shuh! wun I see dem Pa'tridge I mus' git

'pon turrer side fer keep me hide whole.'

"Da Lion, 'e groan, 'e moan, 'e cry. B'er Rabbit, 'e say:

"'Da Pa'tridge, 'e berry bahd; 'e mus' bin borry da Buckra Man gun.'

"Da Lion, 'e groan, 'e cry:

"''E no da Pa'tridge no'n 'tall. Da Buckra Man is bin stan' way off un

shoot-a me wit' 'e gun. Ow, ma Lord!'

"B'er Rabbit, 'e h'ist 'e han'; 'e say:

"'Wut I bin tell-a you, B'er Lion? Wut I bin tell you 'bout da Buckra

Man? Da Pa'tridge no hu't-a you lak dis. 'E mek-a da big fuss, but 'e no

hu't-a you lak dis. Da Buckra Man, 'e no mek no fuss 'cep' 'e p'int 'e

gun at you--_bang!_'"

"And what then?" the little boy asked, as Daddy Jack collapsed in his

seat, seemingly forgetful of all his surroundings.

"No'n 't all," replied the old African, somewhat curtly.

"De p'ints er dat tale, honey," said Uncle Remus, covering the

brusqueness of Daddy Jack with his own amiability, "is des 'bout lak

dis, dat dey aint no use er dodgin' w'iles dey's a big fuss gwine on,

but you better take'n hide out w'en dey aint no racket; mo' speshually

w'en you see Miss Sally lookin' behine de lookin'-glass fer dat ar

peach-lim' w'at she tuck'n make me kyar up dar day 'fo' yistiddy; yit

w'en she fine it don't you git too skeer'd, 'kaze I tuck'n make some

weak places in dat ar switch, en Miss Sally won't mo'n strak you wid it

'fo' hit'll all come onjinted."

Parts of this moral the little boy understood thoroughly, for he

laughed, and ran to the big house, and not long afterwards the light

went out in Uncle Remus's cabin; but the two old negroes sat and nodded

by the glowing embers for hours afterwards, dreaming dreams they never

told of.

[74] One gun two times is a double-barrelled gun.