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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

C054. Brer Rabbit Hears a Noise

20. Brother Rabbit Takes Some Exercise. Text Source: Nights with Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg.


BRER RABBIT HEARS a NOISE

It come about that soon one morning towards the fall of the year, Brer Rabbit was stirring 'round in the woods after some bergamot for to make him some hair-grease. The wind blow so cold that it make him feel right frisky, and every time he hear the bushes rattle he make like he scared. He was going on this a-way, hoppity-skippity, when by and by he hear Mr. Man cutting on a tree way off in the woods. He fetch up, Brer Rabbit did, and listen first with one year and then with the other.

Man, he cut and cut, and Brer Rabbit, he listen and listen. By and by, whiles all this was going on, down come the tree—kubber-lang-bang-blam! Brer Rabbit, he took and jump, and let alone that, he make a break, he did, and he leaped out from there like the dogs was after him.

Well, then, Brer Rabbit run till he get sort of het up like, and just about the time he making ready for to squat and catch he wind, who should he meet but Brer Coon going home after setting up with old Brer Bull-Frog. Brer Coon see him running, and he hail him.

"What yo' hurry, Brer Rabbit?"

"Ain't got time to tarry."

"Folks sick?"

"No, my Lord! Ain't got time to tarry!"

"Trying yo' suppleness?"

"No, my Lord! Ain't got time to tarry!"

"Do pray, Brer Rabbit, tell me the news!"

"Mighty big fuss back there in the woods. Ain't got time to tarry!"

This make Brer Coon feel mighty skittish, 'cause he far ways from home, and he just leaped out, he did, and went a-boiling through the woods. Brer Coon ain't gone far till he meet Brer Fox.

"Hey, Brer Coon, where you going?"

"Ain't got time to tarry!"

"Going to the doctor?"

"No, my Lord! Ain't got time to tarry."

"Do pray, Brer Coon, tell me the news."

"Mighty queer racket back there in the woods! Ain't got time to tarry!"

With that, Brer Fox leaped out, he did, and fairly split the wind. He ain't gone far till he meet Brer Wolf.

"Hey, Brer Fox! Stop and rest yo'self!"

"Ain't got time to tarry!"

"Who been want the doctor?"

"No one, my Lord! Ain't got time to tarry!"

"Do pray, Brer Fox, good or bad, tell me the news."

"Mighty curious fuss back there in the woods! Ain't got time to tarry!"

With that, Brer Wolf shuck hisself loose from the face of the earth, and he ain't get far till he meet Brer Bear. Brer Bear he ask, and Brer Wolf make answer, and by and by Brer Bear he fetch a snort and runned off; and, bless gracious! It weren't long before the last one of the critters was a-skaddling through the woods like the Old Boy was after 'em—and all 'cause Brer Rabbit hear Mr. Man cut tree down.

Then runned and they runned, till they come to Brer Terrapin house, and they sort of slack up 'cause they done mighty nigh lost their wind. Brer Terrapin, he up and ask 'em wherebouts they going, and they allow they was a monstrous terrifying racket back there in the woods. Brer Terrapin, he ask what she sound like. One say he don't know, another say he don't know, then they all say they don't know. Then Brer Terrapin, he up and ask who hear this monstrous racket. One say he don't know, another say he don't know, then they all say they don't know. This make old Brer Terrapin laugh 'way down in he insides, and he up and say, sezee, "You all can run along if you feel skittish," says he. "After I cook my breakfast and wash up the dishes, if I gets wind of any suspicious racket may be I might take down my parasol and follow long after you," says he.

When the critters come to make inquirements amongst one of another about who start the news, it went right spang back to Brer Rabbit, but, lo and beholds! Brer Rabbit ain't dar, and it turn out that Brer Coon is the man what seed him last. Then they got to laying the blame of it on one another, and little more and they'd a fit there scandalous, but old Brer Terrapin, he up and allow that if they want to get the straight of it, they better go see Brer Rabbit.


All the critters was agreeable, and they put out to Brer Rabbit house. When they get there, Brer Rabbit was a-sitting cross-legged in the front porch winking he eye at the sun. 


Brer Bear, he speak up, "What make you fool me, Brer Rabbit?"

"Fool who, Brer Bear?"

"Me, Brer Rabbit, that's who."

"This here the first time I seed you this day, Brer Bear, an' you are more than welcome to that."

They all ask him and get the same answer, and then Brer Coon put in, "What make you fool me, Brer Rabbit?"

"How I fool you, Brer Coon?"


"You make like there was a big racket, Brer Rabbit."

"There surely was a big racket, Brer Coon."

"What king racket, Brer Rabbit?"

"Ah-yi! You ought to ask me that first, Brer Coon."

"I askes you now, Brer Rabbit."

"Mr. Man cut tree down, Brer Coon."

Course this make Brer Coon feel like a natural-born slink, and it weren't long before all the critters make their bow to Brer Rabbit and mosey off home.

Brer Rabbit was a mighty man in them days.






Friday, June 03, 2016

C054. Baer (p. 73). Brother Rabbit Takes Some Exercise

This is Chase054.

Types ATU2033A nut hits cock's head and he thinks the world has come to an end
Motifs Z0043.3 nut hits the cock's head
Notes
Baer comments "Characteristically, Rabbit doesn't think the world is coming to an end, but dupes other animals into believing some disaster has occurred."
Klipple has three of this type: two with rabbit, one with fox.
Baer concludes: "This Uncle Remus tale is much closer to the African than to the European tales of this type. While the ultimate origin of the tale type may well be Europe, the immediate source would seem to be Africa."

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MY NOTES

I am surprised that Baer makes no reference to the Indian origin of this story. There has been a lot of shuffling of this tale type, and unlike other chain tales in the old Z- motif series, it's ended up as ATU0020 in the latest edition. I have worked on this story at my chain tale site: ATU0020D: Animals Flee

Wednesday, June 03, 2015

C054. Brer Rabbit Hears a Noise (original spelling)

20. Brother Rabbit Takes Some Exercise. 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.


BRER RABBIT HEARS a NOISE

One night while the little boy was sitting in Uncle Remus's cabin, waiting for the old man to finish his hoe-cake, and refresh his memory as to the further adventures of Brother Rabbit, his friends and his enemies, something dropped upon the top of the house with a noise like the crack of a pistol. The little boy jumped, but Uncle Remus looked up and exclaimed, "Ah-yi!" in a tone of triumph.


"What was that, Uncle Remus?" the child asked, after waiting a moment to see what else would happen.

"News fum Jack Fros', honey. W'en dat hick'y-nut tree out dar year 'im comin' she 'gins ter drap w'at she got. I mighty glad," he continued, scraping the burnt crust from his hoe-cake with an old case-knife, "I mighty glad hick'y-nuts aint big en heavy ez grinestones."

He waited a moment to see what effect this queer statement would have on the child.

"Yasser, I mighty glad—dat I is. 'Kaze ef hick'y-nuts 'uz big ez grinestones dish yer ole callyboose 'ud be a-leakin' long 'fo' Chris'mus."

Just then another hickory-nut dropped upon the roof, and the little boy jumped again. This seemed to amuse Uncle Remus, and he laughed until he was near to choking himself with his smoking hoe-cake.

"You does des 'zackly lak ole Brer Rabbit done, I 'clar' [109]to gracious ef you don't!" the old man cried, as soon as he could get his breath; "dez zackly fer de worl'."

The child was immensely flattered, and at once he wanted to know how Brother Rabbit did. Uncle Remus was in such good humor that he needed no coaxing. He pushed his spectacles back on his forehead, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and began:

"Hit come 'bout dat soon one mawnin' todes de fall er de year, Brer Rabbit wuz stirrin' 'roun' in de woods atter some bergamot fer ter make 'im some h'ar-grease. De win' blow so col' dat it make 'im feel right frisky, en eve'y time he year de bushes rattle he make lak he skeerd. He 'uz gwine on dis a-way, hoppity-skippity, w'en bimeby he year Mr. Man cuttin' on a tree way off in de woods. He fotch up, Brer Rabbit did, en lissen fus' wid one year en den wid de yuther.

"Man, he cut en cut, en Brer Rabbit, he lissen en lissen. Bimeby, w'iles all dis was gwine on, down come de tree—kubber-lang-bang-blam! Brer Rabbit, he tuck'n jump des lak you jump, en let 'lone dat, he make a break, he did, en he lipt out fum dar lak de dogs wuz atter 'im."

"Was he scared, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.

"Skeerd! Who? Him? Shoo! don't you fret yo'se'f 'bout Brer Rabbit, honey. In dem days dey wa'n't nothin' gwine dat kin skeer Brer Rabbit. Tooby sho', he tuck keer hisse'f, en ef you know de man w'at 'fuse ter take keer hisse'f, I lak mighty well ef you p'int 'im out. Deed'n dat I would!"

[110]Uncle Remus seemed to boil over with argumentative indignation.

"Well, den," he continued, "Brer Rabbit run twel he git sorter het up like, en des 'bout de time he makin' ready fer ter squot en ketch he win', who should he meet but Brer Coon gwine home atter settin' up wid ole Brer Bull-Frog. Brer Coon see 'im runnin', en he hail 'im.

"'W'at yo' hurry, Brer Rabbit?'

"'Aint got time ter tarry.'

"'Folks sick?'

"'No, my Lord! Aint got time ter tarry!'

"'Tryin' yo' soopleness?'

"'No, my Lord! Aint got time ter tarry!'

"'Do pray, Brer Rabbit, tell me de news!'

"'Mighty big fuss back dar in de woods. Aint got time ter tarry!'

"Dis make Brer Coon feel mighty skittish, 'kaze he fur ways fum home, en he des lipt out, he did, en went a-b'ilin' thoo de woods. Brer Coon aint gone fur twel he meet Brer Fox.

"'Hey, Brer Coon, whar you gwine?'

"'Aint got time ter tarry!'

"'Gwine at'-de doctor?'

"'No, my Lord! Aint got time ter tarry.'

"'Do pray, Brer Coon, tell me de news.'

"'Mighty quare racket back dar in de woods! Aint got time ter tarry!'

"Wid dat, Brer Fox lipt out, he did, en fa'rly split de win'. He aint gone fur twel he meet Brer Wolf.

[111]"'Hey, Brer Fox! Stop en res' yo'se'f!'

"'Aint got time ter tarry!'

"'Who bin want de doctor?'

"'No'ne, my Lord! Aint got time ter tarry!'

"'Do pray, Brer Fox, good er bad, tell me de news.'

"'Mighty kuse fuss back dar in de woods! Aint got time ter tarry!'

"Wid dat, Brer Wolf shuck hisse'f loose fum de face er de yeth, en he aint git fur twel he meet Brer B'ar. Brer B'ar he ax, en Brer Wolf make ans'er, en bimeby Brer B'ar he fotch a snort en run'd off; en, bless gracious! 't wa'n't long 'fo' de las' one er de creeturs wuz a-skaddlin' thoo de woods lak de Ole Boy was atter um—en all 'kaze Brer Rabbit year Mr. Man cut tree down.

"Dey run'd en dey run'd," Uncle Remus went on, "twel dey come ter Brer Tarrypin house, en dey sorter slack up 'kaze dey done mighty nigh los' der win'. Brer Tarrypin, he up'n ax um wharbouts dey gwine, en dey 'low dey wuz a monst'us tarryfyin' racket back dar in de woods. Brer Tarrypin, he ax w'at she soun' lak. One say he dunno, n'er say he dunno, den dey all say dey dunno. Den Brer Tarrypin, he up'n ax who year dis monst'us racket. One say he dunno, n'er say he dunno, den dey all say dey dunno. Dis make ole Brer Tarrypin laff 'way down in he insides, en he up'n say, sezee:

"You all kin run 'long ef you feel skittish,' sezee. 'Atter I cook my brekkus en wash up de dishes, ef I gits win' er any 'spicious racket may be I mought take down my pairsol en foller long atter you,' sezee.

[112]"W'en de creeturs come ter make inquirements 'mungs one er n'er 'bout who start de news, hit went right spang back ter Brer Rabbit, but, lo en beholes! Brer Rabbit aint dar, en it tu'n out dat Brer Coon is de man w'at seed 'im las'. Den dey got ter layin' de blame un it on one er n'er, en little mo' en dey'd er fit dar scan'lous, but ole Brer Tarrypin, he up'n 'low dat ef dey want ter git de straight un it, dey better go see Brer Rabbit.

"All de creeturs wuz 'gree'ble, en dey put out ter Brer Rabbit house. W'en dey git dar, Brer Rabbit wuz a-settin' cross-legged in de front po'ch winkin' he eye at de sun. Brer B'ar, he speak up:

"'W'at make you fool me, Brer Rabbit?'

"'Fool who, Brer B'ar?'

"'Me, Brer Rabbit, dat 's who.'

"'Dish yer de fus' time I seed you dis day, Brer B'ar, en you er mo' dan welcome ter dat.'

"Dey all ax 'im en git de same ans'er, en den Brer Coon put in:

"'W'at make you fool me, Brer Rabbit?'

"'How I fool you, Brer Coon?'

"'You make lak dey wuz a big racket, Brer Rabbit.'

"'Dey sholy wuz a big racket, Brer Coon.'

"'W'at kinder racket, Brer Rabbit?'

"'Ah-yi! You oughter ax me dat fus', Brer Coon.'

"'I axes you now, Brer Rabbit.'

"'Mr. Man cut tree down, Brer Coon.'

"Co'se dis make Brer Coon feel like a nat'al-born Slink, [113]en 't wa'n't long 'fo' all de creeturs make der bow ter Brer Rabbit en mosey off home."

"Brother Rabbit had the best of it all along," said the little boy, after waiting to see whether there was a sequel to the story.

"Oh, he did dat a-way!" exclaimed Uncle Remus. "Brer Rabbit was a mighty man in dem days."