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Monday, December 10, 2018

C030. Brer Rabbit Raises the Dust

30. How Mr. Rabbit Succeeded in Raising a Dust. Text Source: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material and also the lines from "Jump Jim Crow," and I have also standardized the spelling; click here for the original spelling plus all notes to the story.


BRER RABBIT RAISES the DUST

In them times, Brer Rabbit, and Brer Fox, and Brer Coon, and them other critters go courting and sparkling 'round the neighborhood more samer than folks. It weren't no "Lend me a horse," nor "Fetch me my buggy," but they just up and lit out and tote theyself. There's old Brer Fox, he just wheel 'round and fetch his flank one swipe with his tongue and he'd be comb up; and Brer Rabbit, he just spit on his hand and twist it 'round amongst the roots of his ears and his haired be roached.


They was that flirtatious, that Miss Meadows and the gals don't see no peace from one week end to the other. Tuesday was same as Sunday, and Friday was same as Tuesday, and hit come down to that pass that when Miss Meadows'd have chicken-fixings for dinner, in'd drop Brer Fox and Brer Possum, and when she'd have fried greens in'd pop old Brer Rabbit, till last Miss Meadows, she took and tell the gals that she be dad-blame if she going to keep no tavern.

So they fix it up among theyself, Miss Meadows and the gals did, that the next time the gents call they'd give 'em a game. The gents, they was a-courting, but Miss Meadows, she don't want to marry none of 'em, and neither does the gals, and likewise they don't want to have 'em pestering 'round.

Last, one Tuesday, Miss Meadows, she told 'em that if they come down to her house the next Saturday evening, the whole caboodle of 'em'd go down the road a piece, where there was a big flint rock, and the man what could take a sledge-hammer and knock the dust out of that rock, he was the man what'd get the pick of the gals. They all say they gonna do it, but old Brer Rabbit, he crept off where there was a cool place under some jimson weeds, and there he sat working his mind how he going to get dust out of that rock.

By and by, while he was a-sitting there, up he jump and crack his heels together, and with that he put out for Brer Coon house and borrow his slippers.


When Saturday evening come, they was all there. Miss Meadows and the gals, they was there; and Brer Coon, and Brer Fox, and Brer Possum, and Brer Terrapin, they was there.

Brer Rabbit was there, but he shuffle up kind of late, 'cause when Miss Meadows and the balance of 'em done gone down to the place, Brer Rabbit, he crept 'round to the ash-hopper, and fill Brer Coon's slippers full of ashes, and then he took and put 'em on and march off.


He got there after awhile, and soon as Miss Meadows and the gals seed him, they up and giggle, and make a great admiration 'cause Brer Rabbit got on slippers.

Brer Fox, he so smart, he holler out, he did, and say he lay Brer Rabbit got the ground-itch, but Brer Rabbit, he sort of shut one eye, he did, and say, says he, "I been so used to riding horse-back, as these ladies knows, that I'm getting sort of tender-footed;" and they don't hear much more from Brer Fox that day, 'cause he remember how Brer Rabbit done been and rid him; and hit was just about much as Miss Meadows and the gals could do for to keep their snickers from getting up a disturbance among the congregation.

But, never mind that, old Brer Rabbit, he was there, and he so brash that little more and he'd've grab up the sledge-hammer and've open up the racket before anybody give the word; but Brer Fox, he shove Brer Rabbit out of the way and pick up the sledge hisself.

Now then, the program was this here: Every gent were to have three licks at the rock, and the gent what fetch the dust he were the one what going to take the pick of the gals. Old Brer Fox, he grab the sledge-hammer, he did, and he come down on the rock—blim! No dust ain't come. Then he draw back and down he come again—blam! No dust ain't come. Then he spit in his hands, and give her a big swing and down she come—kerblap! And yet no dust ain't flew'd.

Then Brer Possum he make trial, and Brer Coon, and all the balance of 'em except Brer Terrapin, and he allow that he got a crick in his neck.


Then Brer Rabbit, he grab hold of the sledge, and he leaped up in the air and come down on the rock all at the same time—pow!


And the ashes, they flew'd up so, they did, that Brer Fox, he took and had a sneezing spell, and Miss Meadows and the gals they up and cough.


Three times Brer Rabbit jump up and crack his heels together and come down with the sledge-hammer—ker-blam!—en every time he jump up, he holler out, "Stand further, ladies! Here come the dust!" And sure enough, the dust come.

Leastways, Brer Rabbit got one of the gals, and they had a wedding and a big affair.


Tuesday, May 24, 2016

C030. Baer (p. 54). How Mr. Rabbit Succeeded in Raising a Dust

This is Chase030.

Types ATU1060 squeezing the supposed stone
Motifs K0062 squeezing the supposed stone
H0331 suitor contest
Notes

Baer notes: "may possible be related to an Akamba story, collected by Reverend Mbiti. In "The man who had a beautiful daughter" a father sets a suitor test: bring your axe, and climb the stone so that you can peel strings of stone. The young man sets a countertest: take your axe and cut four posts of smoke so that I can tie them together and climb on top of the stone. When the old man replies that he can't do it, the young man tells him he knows smoke cannot be made into posts nor stone into strings." ... "the use of ashes, while serving practically to obscure what he is actually doing, also echoes the Akamba countertask."

Not all versions have girl of choice. Baer notes: "another version from George more closely resembles the initial condition in the Akamba tale: Old Man Fox sets the suitor test, pounding dust from a rock, because his daughter was critical of all the suitors. Rabbit won with dust in his slippers, "just one of his courting tricks" (in Backhus).

Baer also cites Mofokeng's "assertion that in any contest in which bore hare and tortoise are involved, tortoise as the original hero is victorious, is the fact that in this contest Terrapin excuses himself from participating. Her observation of tortoise's victory over hare in African tales is borne out in the Uncle Remuse tales in which both participate" (Chase018 and Chase026).



Sunday, May 24, 2015

C030. Brer Rabbit Raises the Dust (original spelling)

30. How Mr. Rabbit Succeeded in Raising a Dust. Text Source: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material; click here for the standardized spelling plus all notes to the story.


BRER RABBIT RAISES the DUST

IN dem times, Brer Rabbit, en Brer Fox, en Brer Coon, en dem yuther creeturs go co'tin' en sparklin' 'roun' de naberhood mo' samer dan folks. 'Twan't no 'Lemme a hoss,' ner 'Fetch me my buggy,' but dey des up'n lit out en tote deyse'f. Dar's ole Brer Fox, he des wheel 'roun' en fetch his flank one swipe wid 'is tongue en he'd be koam up; en Brer Rabbit, he des spit on his han' en twis' it 'roun' 'mongst de roots er his years en his ha'r'd be roach. Dey wuz dat flirtashus, dat Miss Meadows en de gals don't se no peace fum one week een' ter de udder. Chuseday wuz same as Sunday, en Friday wuz same as Chuseday, en hit come down ter dat pass dat w'en Miss Meadows 'ud have chicken-fixin's fer dinner, in 'ud drap Brer Fox en Brer Possum, en w'en she'd have fried greens in 'ud pop ole Brer Rabbit, twel las' Miss Meadows, she tuck'n tell de gals dat she be dad-blame ef she gwineter keep no tavvum. So dey fix it up 'mong deyse'f, Miss Meadows en de gals did, dat de nex' time de gents call dey'd gin um a game. De gents, dey wuz a co'tin, but Miss Meadows, she don't wanter marry none un um, en needer duz de gals, en likewise dey don't wanter have um pester'n 'roun.' Las', one Chuseday, Miss Meadows, she tole um dat ef dey come down ter her house de nex' Sat'day evenin', de whole caboodle on um 'ud go down de road a piece, whar der wuz a big flint rock, en de man w'at could take a sludge-hammer en knock de dus' out'n dat rock, he wuz de man w'at 'ud git de pick er de gals. Dey all say dey gwine do it, but ole Brer Rabbit, he crope off whar der wuz a cool place under some jimson weeds, en dar he sot wukkin his mind how he gwineter git dus' out'n dat rock. Bimeby, w'ile he wuz a settin' dar, up he jump en crack his heels tergedder en sing out:

'Make a bow ter de Buzzard en den ter de Crow, Takes a limber-toe gemmun fer ter jump Jim Crow,'

en wid dat he put out for Brer Coon house en borrer his slippers. W'en Sat'day evenin' come, dey wuz all dere. Miss Meadows en de gals, dey wuz dere; en Brer Coon, en Brer Fox, en Brer Possum, en Brer Tarrypin, dey wuz dere.

Brer Rabbit wuz dere, but he shuffle up kinder late, kaze w'en Miss Meadows en de balance on um done gone down ter de place, Brer Rabbit, he crope 'roun' ter de ash-hopper, en fill Brer Coon's slippers full er ashes, en den he tuck'n put um on en march off. He got dar atter 'w'ile, en soon's Miss Meadows en de gals seed 'im, dey up'n giggle, en make a great 'miration kaze Brer Rabbit got on slippers. Brer Fox, he so smart, he holler out, he did, en say he lay Brer Rabbit got de groun'-eatch, but Brer Rabbit, he sorter shet one eye, he did, en say, sezee:

'I bin so useter ridin' hoss-back, ez deze ladies knows, dat I'm gittin' sorter tender-footed;' en dey don't hear much mo' fum Brer Fox dat day, kaze he 'member how Brer Rabbit done bin en rid him; en hit 'uz des 'bout much ez Miss Meadows en de gals could do fer ter keep der snickers fum gittin' up a 'sturbance 'mong de congregashun. But, never mine dat, old Brer Rabbit, he wuz dar, en he so brash dat leetle mo' en he'd er grab up de sludge-hammer en er open up de racket 'fo' ennybody gun de word; but Brer Fox, he shove Brer Rabbit out'n de way en pick up de sludge hisse'f. Now den,

de progance wuz dish yer: Eve'y gent wer ter have th'ee licks at de rock, en de gent w'at fetch de dus' he were de one w'at gwineter take de pick er de gals. Ole Brer Fox, he grab de sludge-hammer, he did, en he come down on de rock—blim! No dus' ain't come. Den he draw back en down he come ag'in—blam! No dus' ain't come. Den he spit in his han's, en give 'er a big swing en down she come—kerblap! En yit no dus' ain't flew'd.

Den Brer Possum he make triul, en Brer Coon, en all de balance un um 'cep' Brer Tarrypin, en he 'low dat he got a crick in his neck. Den Brer Rabbit, he grab holt er de sludge, en he lipt up in de a'r en come down on de rock all at de same time—pow!—en de ashes, dey flew'd up so, dey did, dat Brer Fox, he tuck'n had a sneezin' spell, en Miss Meadows en de gals dey up'n koff. Th'ee times Brer Rabbit jump up en crack his heels tergedder en come down wid de sludge-hammer—ker-blam!—en eve'y time he jump up, he holler out:

'Stan' fudder, ladies! Yer come de dus'!' en sho nuff, de dus' come.

Leas'ways, Brer Rabbit got one er de gals, en dey had a weddin' en a big infa'r.