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Monday, December 10, 2018

C006. Brer Rabbit Rides Brer Fox

6. Mr. Rabbit Grossly Deceives Mr. Fox. Text Source: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings 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.


BRER RABBIT RIDES BRER FOX

Seem like that the tale about how he got mixed up with the Tar-Baby got 'round amongst the neighbors. Leastways, Miss Meadows and the gals got wind of it, and the next time Brer Rabbit paid 'em a visit Miss Meadows tackled him about it, and the gals set up a monstrous gigglement. Brer Rabbit, he sat up just as cool as a cucumber, he did, and let 'em run on.

Brer Rabbit, he sat there, he did, sort of lamb like, and then by and by he cross his legs, he did, and wink his eye slow, and up and say, says he, "Ladies, Brer Fox was my daddy's ridin'-horse for thirty year; maybe mo', but thirty year that I knows of," says he; and then he paid 'em his respects, and tip his beaver, and march off, he did, just as stiff and as stuck up as a fire-stick.

Next day, Brer Fox come a calling, and when he begun for to laugh about Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows and the gals, they ups and tells him about what Brer Rabbit Say.


Then Brer Fox grit his tooths sure enough, he did, and he look mighty dumpy, but when he riz for to go he up and say, says he, "Ladies, I ain't 'sputin' what you say, but I'll make Brer Rabbit chew up his words an' spit 'em out right here where you can see 'em," says he, and with that off Brer Fox put.

And when he got in the big road, he shook the dew off of his tail, and made a straight shoot for Brer Rabbit's house. When he got there, Brer Rabbit was expecting on him, and the door was shut fast. Brer Fox knock. Nobody ain't answer. Brer Fox knock. Nobody answer. Then he knock again—blam! blam!


Then Brer Rabbit holler out mighty weak, "Is that you, Brer Fox? I want you to run an' fetch the doctor. That bite of parsley what I et this mornin' is gettin' 'way with me. Do, please, Brer Fox, run quick," says Brer Rabbit, says he.

"I come after you, Brer Rabbit," says Brer Fox, says he. "There's going to be a party up at Miss Meadows's," says he. "All the gals'll be there, an' I promise' that I'd fetch you.The gals, they 'lowed that it wouldn't be no party 'ceptin' I fetch you," says Brer Fox, says he.

Then Brer Rabbit say he was too sick, and Brer Fox say he wasn't, and there they had it up and down, disputing and contending.

Brer Rabbit say he can't walk. Brer Fox say he tote him.

Brer Rabbit say how? Brer Fox say in his arms.

Brer Rabbit say he drop him. Brer Fox allow he won't.

By and by Brer Rabbit say he go if Brer Fox tote him on his back. Brer Fox say he would.

Brer Rabbit say he can't ride without a saddle. Brer Fox say he get the saddle.

Brer Rabbit say he can't sit in saddle unless he have bridle for to hold by. Brer Fox say he get the bridle.

Brer Rabbit say he can't ride without blind bridle, 'cause Brer Fox be shying at stumps along the road, and fling him off. Brer Fox say he get blind bridle.

Then Brer Rabbit say he go. Then Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit almost up to Miss Meadows's, and then he could get down and walk the balance of the way.

Brer Rabbit agreed, and then Brer Fox leapt out after the saddle and the bridle.

Course Brer Rabbit know the game that Brer Fox was fixing for to play, and he determined for to outdo him, and by the time he comb his hair and twist his mustache, and sort of rig up, here come Brer Fox, saddle and bridle on, and looking as pretty as a circus pony.


He trot up to the door and stand there pawing the ground and chomping the bit same like sure enough horse, and Brer Rabbit he mount, he did, and they amble off.



Brer Fox can't see behind with the blind bridle on, but by and by he feel Brer Rabbit raise one of his foots.

"What you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?" says he.

"Short'nin' the lef' stir'p, Brer Fox," says he.

By and by Brer Rabbit raise up the other foot.

"What you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?" says he.

"Pullin' down my pants, Brer Fox," says he.


All the time, bless gracious, Brer Rabbit were putting on his spurrers, and when they got close to Miss Meadows's, where Brer Rabbit was to get off, and Brer Fox made a motion for to stand still, Brer Rabbit slap the spurrers into Brer Fox flanks, and you better believe he got over ground.

When they got to the house, Miss Meadows and all the gals was setting on the piazza, and instead of stopping at the gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by, he did, and then come galloping down the road and up to the horse-rack, which he hitch Brer Fox at, and then he saunter into the house, he did, and shake hands with the gals, and sat there, smoking his cigar same as a town man.

By and by he draw in a long puff, and then let it out in a cloud, and square hisself back and holler out, he did, "Ladies, ain't I done tell you Brer Fox was the ridin'-horse for our family? He sort of losin' his gait now, but I 'spect I can fetch him all right in a month or so," says he.

And then Brer Rabbit sort of grin, he did, and the gals giggle, and Miss Meadows, she praise up the pony, and there was Brer Fox hitch fast to the rack, and couldn't help hisself.


Saturday, May 14, 2016

C006. Baer (p. 33). Mr. Rabbit Grossly Deceives Mr. Fox

This is Chase006.

Types. 4 Carrying the sham-sick trickster
72 Rabbit rides fox a-courting

Motifs. K1241 Trickster rides dupe horseback.
K1241.1 Trickster rides dupe a-courting

Notes. In book's introduction, Harris notes South American Indian tale collected by Herbert Smith in Brazil and the Amazons, and then he quotes Smith: "One thing is certain. The animal stories told by the Negroes in our Southern States and in Brazil were brought by them from Africa. ... Whether the Indians got them from the Negroes ... is ... uncertain."

In the intro to Nights, Harris notes that Harrt, in Amazonian Tortoise Myths, supported Harris's African origins and Indian borrowing.

Dundes later writes (African and Afro-American Tales): "the logical presumption would be that the tale is an African tale type which moved to the New World. ... we have convincing evidence of an African origin, not a European origin for this tale type"

Ellis notes How the Tortoise Rode the Elephant, and Chatelain has Angola variant with Frog making Elephant his riding horse. Johnston has a Hausa tale.

In Virgin Islands Anancy says Tukoma was his father's riding-horse. In Parson's tale from Nevis, Rabbit makes Fox his riding horse, afer which Fox chases Rabbit into a tree with Buzzard as guard, etc. See Christensen's version where Type 72 is followed by Type 66B Shame Dead Animal Betrays Self.

Swanton has four versions: three Creek and one Natchez. In the Natchez it goes Type 4, then Type 1310A, then Type 73 (gurad is Owl blinded with tobacco juice).


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MY NOTES

See notes collected at Diigo: Chase006

Additional notes from ATU references:

ATU4. Sick animal carries the healthy one. A fix tricks an injured wolf (bear) into carrying him on his back by pretending to be injured himself. While he is being carried, the fox says, "The sick animal carries the healthy one" ("the one who was beaten carries the one who was not"). When the wolf asks about his chant, the fox changes the words around or threatens the wolf (by saying that dogs are chasing them).

ATU72. Rabbit rides fox a-courting. A fox (tiger, jaguar, alligator wolf, hyena elephant) and a rabbit (hare, fox, jackal, tortoise) both woo the same woman, who prefers the fox. The rabbit tells her that the fox is only his horse and promises to prove it. He pretends to be sick and convinces the fox to carry him. The fox lets the rabbit put a bridle on him and ride (whip) him. When the woman sees this, she decides to marry the rabbit.

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

C006. Brer Rabbit Rides Brer Fox (original spelling)

6. Mr. Rabbit Grossly Deceives Mr. Fox. Text Source: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material.


BRER RABBIT RIDES BRER FOX

Seem like dat de tale 'bout how he got mixt up wid de Tar-Baby got 'roun' 'mongst de nabers. Leas'ways, Miss Meadows en de gals got win' un' it, en de nex' time Brer Rabbit paid um a visit Miss Meadows tackled 'im 'bout it, en de gals sot up a monstus gigglement. Brer Rabbit, he sot up des ez cool ez a cowcumber, he did, en let em run on.

Brer Rabbit, he sot dar, he did, sorter lam' like, en den bimeby he cross his legs, he did, and wink his eye slow, en up and say, sezee, "Ladies, Brer Fox wuz my daddy's ridin'-hoss fer thirty year; maybe mo', but thirty year dat I knows un," sezee; en den he paid um his 'specks, en tip his beaver, en march off, he did, des ez stiff en ez stuck up ez a fire-stick.

Nex' day, Brer Fox cum a callin', and w'en he gun fer ter laugh 'bout Brer Rabbit, Miss Meadows en de gals, dey ups en tells 'im 'bout w'at Brer Rabbit Say. Den Brer Fox grit his tushes sho' nuff, he did, en he look mighty dumpy, but w'en he riz fer ter go he up en say, sezee, "Ladies, I ain't 'sputin' w'at you say, but I'll make Brer Rabbit chaw up his words en spit um out right yer whar you kin see 'im," sezee, en wid dat off Brer Fox put.

En w'en he got in de big road, he shuck de dew off'n his tail, en made a straight shoot fer Brer Rabbit's house. W'en he got dar, Brer Rabbit wuz spectin' un 'im, en de do' wuz shet fas'. Brer Fox knock. Nobody ain't ans'er. Brer Fox knock. Nobody ans'er. Den he knock agin—blam! blam!

Den Brer Rabbit holler out mighty weak, "Is dat you, Brer Fox? I want you ter run en fetch de doctor. Dat bait er pusly w'at I e't dis mawnin' is gittin' 'way wid me. Do, please, Brer Fox, run quick," sez Brer Rabbit, sezee.

"I come atter you, Brer Rabbit," sez Brer Fox, sezee. "Dar's gwineter be a party up at Miss Meadows's," sezee. "All de gals'll be dere, en I prommus' dat I'd fetch you. De gals, dey 'lowed dat hit wouldn't be no party 'ceppin' I fotch you," sez Brer Fox, sezee.

Den Brer Rabbit say he wuz too sick, en Brer Fox say he wuzzent, en dar dey had it up and down, 'sputin' en contendin'.

Brer Rabbit say he can't walk. Brer Fox say he tote 'im.

Brer Rabbit say how? Brer Fox say in his arms.

Brer Rabbit say he drap 'im. Brer Fox 'low he won't.

Bimeby Brer Rabbit say he go ef Brer Fox tote 'im on his back. Brer Fox say he would.

Brer Rabbit say he can't ride widout a saddle. Brer Fox say he git de saddle.

Brer Rabbit say he can't set in saddle less he have bridle fer ter hol' by. Brer Fox say he git de bridle.

Brer Rabbit say he can't ride widout bline bridle, kaze Brer Fox be shyin' at stumps long de road, en fling 'im off. Brer Fox say he git bline bridle.

Den Brer Rabbit say he go. Den Brer Fox say he ride Brer Rabbit mos' up ter Miss Meadows's, en den he could git down en walk de balance er de way.

Brer Rabbit 'greed, en den Brer Fox lipt out atter de saddle en de bridle.

Co'se Brer Rabbit know de game dat Brer Fox wuz fixin' fer ter play, en he 'termin' fer ter outdo 'im, en by de time he koam his ha'r en twis' his mustarsh, en sorter rig up, yer come Brer Fox, saddle en bridle on, en lookin' ez peart ez a circus pony. He trot up ter de do' en stan' dar pawin' de ground en chompin' de bit same like sho 'nuff hoss, en Brer Rabbit he mount, he did, en dey amble off.

Brer Fox can't see behime wid de bline bridle on, but bimeby he feel Brer Rabbit raise one er his foots.

"W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?" sezee.

"Short'nin' de lef stir'p, Brer Fox," sezee.

Bimeby Brer Rabbit raise up de udder foot.

"W'at you doin' now, Brer Rabbit?" sezee.

"Pullin' down my pants, Brer Fox," sezee.

All de time, bless grashus, Brer Rabbit wer' puttin' on his spurrers, en w'en dey got close to Miss Meadows's, whar Brer Rabbit wuz to git off, en Brer Fox made a motion fer ter stan' still, Brer Rabbit slap de spurrers into Brer Fox flanks, en you better b'leeve he got over groun'.

W'en dey got ter de house, Miss Meadows en all de gals wuz settin' on de peazzer, en stidder stoppin' at de gate, Brer Rabbit rid on by, he did, en den come gallopin' down de road en up ter de hoss-rack, w'ich he hitch Brer Fox at, en den he santer inter de house, he did, en shake han's wid de gals, en set dar, smokin' his seegyar same ez a town man.

Bimeby he draw in a long puff, en den let hit out in a cloud, en squar hisse'f back en holler out, he did, "Ladies, ain't I done tell you Brer Fox wuz de ridin'-hoss fer our fambly? He sorter losin' his gait now, but I speck I kin fetch 'im all right in a mont' er so," sezee.

En den Brer Rabbit sorter grin, he did, en de gals giggle, en Miss Meadows, she praise up de pony, en dar wuz Brer Fox hitch fas' ter de rack, en couldn't he'p hisse'f.