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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

C063. The Silver Coins

29. A Ghost Story. Text Source: Nights with Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material and standardized the spelling; click here for the original spelling plus all notes to the story.


THE SILVER COINS

One time there was a Woman and a Man. Seem like they live close to one another, and the Man he set his eyes on the Woman, and the Woman, she just went along and 'tend to her business. Man, he keep his eyes set on her. By and by, the Woman, she 'tend to her business so much till she took and took sick and die. Man, he up and tell the folks she dead, and the folks they come and fix her. They lay her out, and they light some candles, and they sat up with her, just like folks does now; and they put two great big round shiny silver dollars on her eyes for to hold her eyelids down.

They was lots bigger than dollars is these days, and they look mighty pretty. Seem like they was all the money the Woman got, and the folks they put 'em on her eyelids for to hold 'em down. Then when the folks do that they call up the Man and take and tell him that he must dig a grave and bury the Woman, and then they all went off about their business.

Well, then, the Man, he took and dig the grave and make ready for to bury the Woman. He look at that money on her eyelids, and it shine mighty pretty. Then he took it off and feel it. It feel mighty good, but just about that time the Man look at the Woman, and he see her eyelids open. Look like she looking at him, and he take and put the money where he get it from.

Well, then, the Man, he take and get a waggon and haul the Woman out to the burying-ground, and when he get there he fix everything, and then he grab the money and cover up the grave right quick. Then he go home, and put the money in a tin box and rattle it around. It rattle loud and it rattle nice, but the Man, he ain't feel so good. Seem like he know the Woman eyelid stretch wide open looking for him. Yet he rattle the money around, and it rattle loud and it rattle nice.

Well, then, the Man, he take and put the tin box what the money in on the mantel-shelf. The day go by, and the night come, and when night come the wind begun to rise up and blow. It rise high, it blow strong. It blow on top of the house, it blow under the house, it blow 'round the house. Man, he feel queer. He set by the fire and listen. Wind say,"Buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!" Man listen. Wind holler and cry. It blow top of the house, it blow under the house, it blow 'round the house, it blow in the house. Man get closed up in the chimney-jam. Wind find the cracks and blow in 'em. "Bizzy, bizzy, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!"

Well, then, Man, he listen, listen, but by and by he get tired of this, and he allow to hisself that he going to bed. He took and fling a fresh lighted knot in the fire, and then he jump in the bed, and curl hisself up and put his head under the cover. Wind hunt for the cracks—bizzy-buzz, bizzy-buzz, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o-o! Man keep his head under the cover. Lighted knot flare up and flicker. Man ain't dare to move. Wind blow and whistle: Phew-fee-e-e-e! Lighted knot flicker and flare. Man, he keep his head covered.

Well, then, Man lay there, and get scareder and scareder. He ain't dare to wink his eye scarcely, and seem like he going to have swamp ague. Whiles he laying there shaking, and the wind a-blowing, and the fire flicking, he hear some or other kind of fuss. It mighty curious kind of fuss. Clinkity, clinkalinkle! Man allow, "Hey! Who stealing my money?"

Yet he keep his head covered whiles he lay and listen. He hear the wind blow, and then he hear that other kind of fuss—Clinkity, clink, clinkity, clinkalinkle! 

Well, then, he fling off the cover and sat right up in the bed. He look, he ain't see nothing. The fire flicker and flare and the wind blow. Man go and put chain and bar 'cross the door. Then he go back to bed, and he ain't more than touch his head on the pillow till he hear the other fuss—clink, clink, clinkity, clinkalinkle! 

Man rise up, he ain't see nothing at all. Mighty queer!

Just about time he going to lay down again, here come the fuss—clinkity, clinkalinkle. 

It sound like it on the mantel-shelf; let alone that, it sound like it in the tin box on the mantel-shelf; let alone that, it sound like it the money in the tin box on the mantel-shelf. 

Man say, "Hey! Rat done got in box!"

Man look; no rat dar. He shut up the box, and set it down on the shelf. 

Time he do that here come the fuss—clinkity, clinkity, clinkalinkle! 

Man open the box and look at the money. Them two silver dollars laying in there just like he put 'em. Whiles the man done this, look like he can hear something say 'way off yonder, "Where my money? Oh, gimme my money!"

Man, he sat the box back on the shelf, and time he put it down he hear the money rattle—clinkity, clinkalinkle, clink!—and then from 'way off yonder something say, "Oh, gimme my money! I want my money!"

Well, then, the Man get scared sure enough and he got of flat-iron and put on the tin box, and then he took and pile all the chairs against the door, and run and jump in the bed. He just know there's a booger coming. Time he get in bed and cover his head, the money rattle louder, and something cry way off yonder, "I want my money! Oh, gimme my money!"

Man, he shake and he shiver; money, it clink and rattle; booger, it holler and cry. Booger come closer, money clink louder. Man shake worser and worser. 

Money say: Clinkity, clinkalinkle! 

Booger cry, "Oh, gimme my money!" 

Man holler, "O Lordy, Lordy!"

Well, then, it keep on this a-way, till directly Man hear the door open. He peep from under the cover, and in walk the Woman what he done bury in the burying-ground. 

Man shiver and shiver, wind blow and blow, money rattle and rattle, Woman cry and cry. "Buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!" says the wind; "Clinkalink!" says the box; "Oh, gimme my money!" says the Woman; "O Lordy!" says the Man. 

Woman hear the money, but look like she ain't can see, and she grope 'round, and grope 'round, and grope 'round with her hand hoist in the air.

Wind blow, fire flicker, money rattle, Man shake and shiver, Woman grope 'round and say, "Gimme my money! Oh, who got my money?"

Money look like it going to tear the tin box all to flinders. Woman grope and cry, grope and cry, till by and by she jump on the man and holler, "You got my money!'"

[To end the story, the teller grabs a member of the audience and shakes them.]


Monday, June 06, 2016

Chase063. Baer (p. 79). A Ghost Story

This is Chase063.

Types
Motifs E0236.5 return from dead to demand money stolen from corpse
Notes

Baer includes a long quote from the intro to Nights with Harris's comments about the authenticity of the story, and a comparison with Mark Twain's "Woman with the Golden Arm." Baughman classifies Twain's story as ATU0366 Man from the Gallows.

Baer then concludes: "If the Uncle Remus tale is indeed a variant of ATU-366, Harris is mistaken in supposing it may have been based upon a Negro tale."

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MY COMMENTS:

Again, the question of origins is beside the point here. The way that the story is told is totally within the black milieu of the time, and is felt as a real legend, especially in the context of the other ghost stories that occupy this part of the book. (This story, like the previous one, is omitted from the edition of the Nights published by Chatto with Shepherd's illustrations... presumably too scary for children?)

Saturday, June 06, 2015

C063. The Silver Coins (original spelling)

29. A Ghost Story. Text Source: Nights with Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. You can click here for the standardized spelling plus all notes to the story.


THE SILVER COINS

The next time the little boy visited Uncle Remus he persuaded 'Tildy to go with him. Daddy Jack was in his usual place, dozing and talking to himself, while Uncle Remus oiled the carriage-harness. After a while Aunt Tempy came in.

The conversation turned on Daddy Jack's story about "haunts" and spirits. Finally 'Tildy said:

"W'en it come ter tales 'bout ha'nts," said she, "I year tell er one dat'll des nat'ally make de kinks on yo' head onquile deyse'f."

"W'at tale dat, chile?" asked Aunt Tempy.

"Unk' Remus, mus' I tell it?"

"Let 'er come," said Uncle Remus.

"Well, den," said 'Tildy, rolling her eyes back and displaying her white teeth, "one time dey wuz a 'Oman en a Man. Seem like dey live close ter one er n'er, en de Man he sot his eyes on de 'Oman, en de 'Oman, she des went 'long en 'ten' ter her bizness. Man, he keep his eyes sot on 'er. Bimeby, de 'Oman, she 'ten' ter her bizness so much tel she tuck'n tuck sick en die. Man, he up'n tell de folks she dead, en de folks dey come en fix 'er. Dey lay 'er out, en dey light some candles, en dey sot up wid 'er, des like folks does now; en dey put two great big roun' shiny silver dollars on 'er eyes fer ter hol' 'er eyeleds down."

[162]In describing the silver dollars 'Tildy joined the ends of her thumbs and fore-fingers together, and made a figure as large as a saucer.

"Dey wuz lots bigger dan dollars is deze days," she continued, "en dey look mighty purty. Seem like dey wuz all de money de 'Oman got, en de folks dey put um on 'er eyeleds fer to hol' um down. Den w'en de folks do dat dey call up de Man en take'n tell 'im dat he mus' dig a grave en bury de 'Oman, en den dey all went off 'bout der bizness.

"Well, den, de Man, he tuck'n dig de grave en make ready fer ter bury de 'Oman. He look at dat money on 'er eyeleds, en it shine mighty purty. Den he tuck it off en feel it. Hit feel mighty good, but des 'bout dat time de Man look at de 'Oman, en he see 'er eyeleds open. Look like she lookin' at 'im, en he take'n put de money whar he git it fum.

"Well, den, de Man, he take'n git a waggin en haul de 'Oman out ter de buryin'-groun', en w'en he git dar he fix ever'thing, en den he grab de money en kivver up de grave right quick. Den he go home, en put de money in a tin box en rattle it 'roun.' Hit rattle loud en hit rattle nice, but de Man, he aint feel so good. Seem like he know de 'Oman eyeled stretch wide open lookin' fer 'im. Yit he rattle de money 'roun', en hit rattle loud en hit rattle nice.

"Well, den, de Man, he take'n put de tin box w'at de money in on de mantel-shel-uf. De day go by, en de night come, en w'en night come de win' 'gun ter rise up en blow. Hit rise high, hit blow strong. Hit blow on top er de house, [163]hit blow und' de house, hit blow 'roun' de house. Man, he feel quare. He set by de fier en lissen. Win' say 'Buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!' Man lissen. Win' holler en cry. Hit blow top er de house, hit blow und' de house, hit blow 'roun' de house, hit blow in de house. Man git closte up in de chimbly-jam. Win' fin' de cracks en blow in um. 'Bizzy, bizzy, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!'

"Well, den, Man, he lissen, lissen, but bimeby he git tired er dis, en he 'low ter hisse'f dat he gwine ter bed. He tuck'n fling a fresh light'd knot in de fier, en den he jump in de bed, en quile hisse'f up en put his head und' de kivver. Win' hunt fer de cracks—bizzy-buzz, bizzy-buzz, buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o-o! Man keep his head und' de kivver. Light'd knot flar' up en flicker. Man aint dast ter move. Win' blow en w'issel Phew-fee-e-e-e! Light'd knot flicker en flar'. Man, he keep his head kivvud.

"Well, den, Man lay dar, en git skeer'der en skeer'der. He aint dast ter wink his eye skacely, en seem like he gwine ter have swamp agur. W'iles he layin' dar shakin', en de win' a-blowin', en de fier flickin', he year someyuther kind er fuss. Hit mighty kuse kind er fuss. Clinkity, clinkalinkle! Man 'low:

"'Hey! who stealin' my money?'

"Yit he keep his head kivvud w'iles he lay en lissen. He year de win' blow, en den he year dat yuther kinder fuss—Clinkity, clink, clinkity, clinkalinkle! Well, den, he fling off de kivver en sot right up in de bed. He look, he aint see nothin'. De fier flicker en flar' en de win' blow. Man go en put chain en bar 'cross de do'. Den he go back [164]to bed, en he aint mo'n totch his head on de piller tel he year de yuther fuss—clink, clink, clinkity, clinkalinkle! Man rise up, he aint see nothin' 'tall. Mighty quare!

"Des 'bout time he gwine ter lay down 'g'in, yer come de fuss—clinkity, clinkalinkle. Hit soun' like it on de mantel-shel-uf; let 'lone dat, hit soun' like it in de tin box on de mantel-shel-uf; let 'lone dat, hit soun' like it de money in de tin box on de man-tel-shel-uf. Man say:

"'Hey! rat done got in box!'

"Man look; no rat dar. He shet up de box, en set it down on de shel-uf. Time he do dat yer come de fuss—clinkity, clinkity, clinkalinkle! Man open de box en look at de money. Dem two silver dollars layin' in dar des like he put um. W'iles de man dun dis, look like he kin year sump'n' say 'way off yander:

"'Whar my money? Oh, gim me my money!'

"Man, he sot de box back on de shel-uf, en time he put it down he year de money rattle—clinkity, clinkalinkle, clink!—en den fum 'way off yander sump'n' say:

"'Oh, gim me my money! I want my money!'

"Well, den, de Man git skeer'd sho' nuff, en he got er flat-iün en put on de tin box, en den he tuck'n pile all de cheers 'gin' de do', en run en jump in de bed. He des know dey's a booger comin'. Time he git in bed en kivver his head, de money rattle louder, en sump'n' cry way off yander:

"'I want my money! Oh, gim me my money!'

"Man, he shake en he shiver; money, hit clink en rattle; booger, hit holler en cry. Booger come closter, money [165]clink louder. Man shake wusser en wusser. Money say: 'Clinkity, clinkalinkle!' Booger cry, 'Oh, gim me my money!' Man holler, 'O Lordy, Lordy!'

"Well, den, hit keep on dis a-way, tel dreckly Man year de do' open. He peep fum und' de kivver, en in walk de 'Oman w'at he done bury in de buryin'-groun'. Man shiver en shiver, win' blow en blow, money rattle en rattle, 'Oman cry en cry. 'Buzz-zoo-o-o-o-o!' sez de win'; 'Clinkalink!' sez de box; 'Oh, gim me my money!' sez de 'Oman; 'O Lordy!' sez de Man. 'Oman year de money, but look like she aint kin see, en she grope 'roun', en grope 'roun', en grope 'roun' wid 'er han' h'ist in de a'r des dis away."

Here 'Tildy stood up, pushed her chair back with her foot, raised her arms over her head, and leaned forward in the direction of Daddy Jack.

"Win' blow, fier flicker, money rattle, Man shake en shiver, 'Oman grope 'roun' en say, 'Gim me my money! Oh, who got my money?'"

'Tildy advanced a few steps.

"Money look like it gwine ter t'ar de tin box all ter flinders. 'Oman grope en cry, grope en cry, tel bimeby she jump on de man en holler:

"'You got my money!'"

As she reached this climax, 'Tildy sprang at Daddy Jack and seized him, and for a few moments there was considerable confusion in the corner. The little boy was frightened, but the collapsed appearance of Daddy Jack convulsed him with laughter. The old African was very [166]angry. His little eyes glistened with momentary malice, and he shook his cane threateningly at 'Tildy. The latter coolly adjusted her ear-rings, as she exclaimed:

"Dar, now! I know'd I'd git even wid de ole vilyun. Come a-callin' me pidjin-toed!"

"Better keep yo' eye on 'im, chile," said Aunt Tempy. "He 'witch you, sho'."

"'Witch who? Ef he come witchin' roun' me, I lay I break his back. I tell you dat right pine-blank."