Showing posts with label Chase069. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

C069. Brer Rabbit and the Witch-Rabbit

35. Brother Rabbit Submits to a Test. 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.


BRER RABBIT and the WITCH-RABBIT

Brer Rabbit had so many appointments for to keep out the way of the the other critters that he begun to feel monstrous humblified. Let 'em be who they will, you get folks in a close place if you want to see 'em shed their proudness. They beg more samer than a black man when the patter-rollers catch him. Brer Rabbit ain't do no begging, 'cause they ain't caught him; yet they come so nigh it, he begun to feel he weakness.

When Brer Rabbit feel this a-way, do he sit down flat on the ground and let the other critters rush up and grab him? He might do it these days, 'cause times done change; but in them days he just took and sat up with hisself and study about what he gonna do. He study and study, and last he up and tell he old woman, he did, that he going on a journey. With that, old Miss Rabbit, she took and fry him up a rasher of bacon, and bake him a pone of bread. Brer Rabbit tied this up in a bag and took down he walking cane and put out.

He put out, Brer Rabbit did, for to see old Mammy-Bammy Big-Money. He put out, he did, and after so long a time he get there. He take time for to catch he wind, and then he sort of shake hisself up and rustle 'round in the grass. By and by he holler:
Mammy-Bammy Big-Money! 
O Mammy-Bammy Big-Money! 
I journeyed far, I journeyed fast; 
I glad I found the place at last.

Great big black smoke rise up out of the ground, and old Mammy-Bammy Big-Money allow, "Wherefore, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley? Son Riley Rabbit, wherefore?"

With dat, Brer Rabbit up and tell her, he did, about how he feared he losing the use of he mind, 'cause he done come to that pass that he ain't can fool the other critters no more, and they push him so close till it won't be long 'fore they'll get him. The old Witch-Rabbit she sat dar, she did, and suck in black smoke and puff it out again, till you can't see nothing at all but her great big eyeballs and her great big ears. 

After while she allow:
There sits a squirrel in that tree, 
Son Riley; 
go fetch that squirrel straight to me,
Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.

Brer Rabbit sort of study, and then he allow, he did, "I ain't got much sense left, yet if I can't coax that chap down from there, then it's 'cause I done got some disease which it make me feeble in the mind," says he.

With that, Brer Rabbit took and empty the provender out of he bag and got him two rocks, and put the bag over he head and sat down under the tree where the squirrel is. He wait little while, and then he hit the rocks together—blip!

Squirrel he holler, "Hey!"

Brer Rabbit wait little, and then he took and slap the rocks together—blap!

Squirrel he run down the tree little bit and holler, "Heyo!"

Brer Rabbit ain't saying nothing. He just pop the rocks together—blop!

Squirrel, he come down little further, he did, and holler, "Who that?"

"Biggidy Dicky Big-Bag!"

"What you doing in there?"

"Cracking hickory nuts."

"Can I crack some?"

"To be sure, Miss Bunny Bushtail; come get in the bag."

Miss Bunny Bushtail hang back, but the long and the short of it was that she got in the bag, and Brer Rabbit he took and carried her to old Mammy-Bammy Big-Money. The old Witch-Rabbit, she took and turn the squirrel a-loose, and allow:
There lies a snake in amongst the grass, 
Son Riley; 
go fetch him jere, and be right fast,
Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.

Brer Rabbit look 'round, and sure enough there lay the biggest kind of rattlesnake, all coiled up ready for business. Brer Rabbit scratch he ear with he behind leg, and study. Look like he going get in trouble. Yet after while he go off in the bushes, he did, and cut him a young grape-vine, and he fix him a slip-knot. Then he come back. 

Snake apparently look like he sleep. Brer Rabbit ask him how he come on. Snake ain't say nothing, but he coil up a little tighter, and he tongue run out like it been had grease on it. Mouth shut, yet the tongue slick out and slick back 'fore a sheep can shake he tail. 

Brer Rabbit, he allow, he did, "Lordy, Mr. Snake, I mighty glad I come 'cross you,'" says he. "Me an' old Judge Bear been havin' a terrible dispute 'bout how long you is. We both agree that you look mighty pretty when you are layin' stretch out full length in the sun; but Judge Bear, he allow you ain't but three foot long, an' I stood him down that you was four foot long if not more," says he. "An' the talk got so hot that I come mighty nigh hittin' him a clip with my walkin'-cane, an' if I had I bound they'd've been some bellowin' done 'round there," says he.

Snake ain't say nothing, but he look more complassy than what he been looking.

"I up an' told old Judge Bear," says Brer Rabbit, says he, "that the nex' time I run 'cross you I going take an' measure you; an' goodness knows I mighty glad I struck up with you, 'cause now there won't be no more occasion for any disputin' 'twixt me an' Judge Bear," says he.

Then Brer Rabbit ask Mr. Snake if he won't be so good as to uncoil hisself. Snake he feel mighty proud, he did, and he stretch out for all he worth. Brer Rabbit he measure, he did, and allow, "There one foot for Judge Bear; there three foot for Judge Bear; an', bless goodness, there four foot for Judge Bear, just like I say!"


By that time Brer Rabbit done got to snake head, and just as the last word drop out of he mouth, he slip the loop 'round snake neck, and then he had him good and fast. He took and drag him, he did, up to where the old Witch-Rabbit sitting at; but when he get there, Mammy-Bammy Big-Money done make her disappearance, but he hear something way off yonder, and seem like it say, "If you get any more sense, Son Riley, you'll be the ruination of the whole settlement, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley."

Then Brer Rabbit drag the snake along home, and stew him down and rub hisself with the grease for to make him more suppler in the limbs. Bless your soul, Brer Rabbit might've been kind of feeble in the legs, but he weren't no ways cripple under the hat.



Wednesday, June 15, 2016

C069. Baer (p. 82). Brother Rabbit Submits to a Test

This is Chase069.

Types
Motifs
H1154.6 task: capturing squirrel and rattlesnake
H1149 capture and deliver python, leopard, fairy and colony of hornets
K0711 deception into entering bag
K0713.1 trickster ties snake to stick under pretense of measuring his length

Notes

Harris writes about Creek legend in Tuggle about rabbit who wants Creator to give him more sense
he has notes about Big Money in the intro to the book
Baer notes that it is god/creator in African, West Indian, and American Indian versions, but 19thc American Negro versions do not have god
Baer cites a letter from a missionary to Liberia returned to the United States who comments on absence of God in the American stories: "Now in my African stories, God runs through and through them, is interwoven, and presides over, and lies back of all..." (etc. see Baer for more)

Gerber has a Woloff tale with the Creator. in Hausa, jackal story has God (Johnston). Bascom works on this story and has 29 African and 49 New World examples.

God appears in all 15 West Indian versions

Harris refers to Negro version where Rabbit must capture a swarm of bees as in Creek variant where rabbit must do the snake test and then capture a swarm of gnats... Dundes has additional North American Indian examples.

Baer concludes: "This is a tale of African origin, brought to the New World by the Africans, and adopted by the North American Indians."

Monday, June 15, 2015

C069. Brer Rabbit and the Witch-Rabbit (original spelling)

35. Brother Rabbit Submits to a Test. 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 and the WITCH-RABBIT

"Uncle Remus," said the child, "do you reckon Brother Rabbit really married the young lady?"

"Bless yo' soul, honey," responded the old man, with a sigh, "hit b'long ter Brer Jack fer ter tell you dat. 'T aint none er my tale."

"Was n't that the tale you started to tell?"

"Who? Me? Shoo! I aint 'sputin' but w'at Brer Jack tale des ez purty ez dey er any needs fer, yit 't aint none er my tale."

At this, the little boy laid his head upon Uncle Remus's knee and waited.

"Now, den," said the old man, with an air of considerable importance, "we er got ter go 'way back behime dish yer yallergater doin's w'at Brer Jack bin mixin' us up wid. Ef I makes no mistakes wid my 'membunce, de place wharbouts I lef' off wuz whar Brer Rabbit had so many 'p'intments fer ter keep out de way er de t'er creeturs dat he 'gun ter feel monst'us humblyfied. Let um be who dey will, you git folks in a close place ef you wanter see um shed der proudness. Dey beg mo' samer dan a nigger w'en de patter-rollers ketch 'im. Brer Rabbit aint ko no beggin', 'kaze dey aint kotch; yit dey come so nigh it, he 'gun ter feel he weakness.

"W'en Brer Rabbit feel dis a-way, do he set down flat er de groun' en let de t'er creeturs rush up en grab 'im? [204]He mought do it deze days, 'kaze times done change; but in dem days he des tuck'n sot up wid hisse'f en study 'bout w'at he gwine do. He study en study, en las' he up'n tell he ole 'oman, he did, dat he gwine on a journey. Wid dat, ole Miss Rabbit, she tuck'n fry 'im up a rasher er bacon, en bake 'im a pone er bread. Brer Rabbit tied dis up in a bag en tuck down he walkin' cane en put out."

"Where was he going, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.

"Lemme 'lone, honey! Lemme sorter git hit up, like. De trail mighty cole 'long yer, sho'; 'kaze dish yer tale aint come 'cross my min' not sence yo' gran'pa fotch us all out er Ferginny, en dat 's a monst'us long time ago.

"He put out, Brer Rabbit did, fer ter see ole Mammy-Bammy Big-Money."

"Dat 'uz dat ole Witch-Rabbit," remarked Aunt Tempy, complacently.

"Yasser," continued Uncle Remus, "de ve'y same ole creetur w'at I done tell you 'bout w'en Brer Rabbit los' he foot. He put out, he did, en atter so long a time he git dar. He take time fer ter ketch he win', en den he sorter shake hisse'f up en rustle 'roun' in de grass. Bimeby he holler:

"'Mammy-Bammy Big-Money! O Mammy-Bammy Big-Money! I journeyed fur, I journeyed fas'; I glad I foun' de place at las'.'

"Great big black smoke rise up out er de groun', en ole Mammy-Bammy Big-Money 'low:

[205]"'Wharfo', Son Riley Rabbit, Riley? Son Riley Rabbit, wharfo'?'

"Wid dat," continued Uncle Remus, dropping the sing-song tone by means of which he managed to impart a curious dignity and stateliness to the dialogue between Brother Rabbit and Mammy-Bammy Big-Money,—"wid dat Brer Rabbit up'n tell 'er, he did, 'bout how he fear'd he losin' de use er he min', 'kaze he done come ter dat pass dat he aint kin fool de yuther creeturs no mo', en dey push 'im so closte twel 't won't be long 'fo' dey'll git 'im. De ole Witch-Rabbit she sot dar, she did, en suck in black smoke en puff it out 'g'in, twel you can't see nothin' 't all but 'er great big eyeballs en 'er great big years. Atter w'ile she 'low:

"'Dar sets a squer'l in dat tree, Son Riley; go fetch dat squer'l straight ter me, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.'

"Brer Rabbit sorter study, en den he 'low, he did:

"'I aint got much sense lef', yit ef I can't coax dat chap down from dar, den hit 's 'kaze I done got some zeeze w'ich it make me fibble in de min',' sezee.

"Wid dat, Brer Rabbit tuck'n empty de provender out'n he bag en got 'im two rocks, en put de bag over he head en sot down und' de tree whar he squer'l is. He wait little w'ile, en den he hit de rocks tergedder—blip!

"Squer'l he holler, 'Hey!'

"Brer Rabbit wait little, en den he tuck'n slap de rocks tergedder—blap!

"Squer'l he run down de tree little bit en holler, 'Heyo!'

[206]"Brer Rabbit aint sayin' nothin'. He des pop de rocks tergedder—blop!

"Squer'l, he come down little furder, he did, en holler, 'Who dat?'

"'Biggidy Dicky Big-Bag!'

"'What you doin' in dar?'

"'Crackin' hick'y nuts.'

"'Kin I crack some?'

"'Tooby sho', Miss Bunny Bushtail; come git in de bag.'

"Miss Bunny Bushtail hang back," continued Uncle Remus, chuckling; "but de long en de short un it wuz dat she got in de bag, en Brer Rabbit he tuck'n kyar'd 'er ter ole Mammy-Bammy Big-Money. De ole Witch-Rabbit, she tuck'n tu'n de squer'l a-loose, en 'low:

"'Dar lies a snake in 'mungs' de grass, Son Riley; go fetch 'im yer, en be right fas', Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.'

"Brer Rabbit look 'roun', en sho' nuff dar lay de bigges' kinder rattlesnake, all quile up ready fer business. Brer Rabbit scratch he year wid he behime leg, en study. Look lak he gwine git in trouble. Yit atter w'ile he go off in de bushes, he did, en cut 'im a young grape-vine, en he fix 'im a slip-knot. Den he come back. Snake 'periently look lak he sleep. Brer Rabbit ax 'im how he come on. Snake aint say nothin', but he quile up a little tighter, en he tongue run out lak it bin had grease on it. Mouf shot, yit de tongue slick out en slick back 'fo' a sheep kin shake he tail. Brer Rabbit, he 'low, he did:

"'Law, Mr. Snake, I mighty glad I come 'cross you,' [207]sezee. 'Me en ole Jedge B'ar bin havin' a turrible 'spute 'bout how long you is. We bofe 'gree dat you look mighty purty w'en youer layin' stretch out full lenk in de sun; but Jedge B'ar, he 'low you aint but th'ee foot long, en I stood 'im down dat you 'uz four foot long ef not mo',' sezee. 'En de talk got so hot dat I come mighty nigh hittin' 'im a clip wid my walkin'-cane, en ef I had I boun' dey'd er bin some bellerin' done 'roun' dar,' sezee.

"Snake aint say nothin', but he look mo' complassy[*A mixture of "complacent" and "placid." Accent on the second syllable.] dan w'at he bin lookin'.

"'I up'n tole ole Jedge B'ar,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, 'dat de nex' time I run 'cross you I gwine take'n medjer you; en goodness knows I mighty glad I struck up wid you, 'kaze now dey won't be no mo' 'casion fer any 'sputin' 'twix' me en Jedge B'ar,' sezee.

"Den Brer Rabbit ax Mr. Snake ef he won't be so good ez ter onquile hisse'f. Snake he feel mighty proud, he did, en he stretch out fer all he wuff. Brer Rabbit he medjer, he did, en 'low:

"'Dar one foot fer Jedge B'ar; dar th'ee foot fer Jedge B'ar; en, bless goodness, dar four foot fer Jedge B'ar, des lak I say!'

"By dat time Brer Rabbit done got ter snake head, en des ez de las' wud drop out'n he mouf, he slip de loop 'roun' snake neck, en den he had 'im good en fas'. He tuck'n drag 'im, he did, up ter whar de ole Witch-Rabbit settin' at; but w'en he git dar, Mammy-Bammy Big-Money[208] done make 'er disappearance, but he year sump'n' way off yander, en seem lak it say:

"'Ef you git any mo' sense, Son Riley, you'll be de ruination ev de whole settlement, Son Riley Rabbit, Riley.'

"Den Brer Rabbit drag de snake 'long home, en stew 'im down en rub wid de grease fer ter make 'im mo' 'soopler in de lim's. Bless yo' soul, honey, Brer Rabbit mought er bin kinder fibble in de legs, but he wa'n't no ways cripple und' de hat."[35]