Showing posts with label Chase073. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

C073. Rabbit, Wolf, and the Wagon of Food

39. Brother Rabbit Gets the Provisions. 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, BRER WOLF,
and the WAGON OF FOOD


It come about that one time vittles was monstrous scarce and high, and money mighty slack. Long as there was any vittles going 'round, Brer Rabbit, he was bound to get he share of  'em, but by and by it come to that pass that Brer Rabbit stomach begun to pinch 'im; and whiles he getting hungry the other critters, they was getting hungry theyself.

It went on this a-way till one day Brer Rabbit and Brer Wolf meet up with one another in the big road, and after they holler howdy they sat down, they did, and make a bargain.

They took and agree with one another that they sell their mammy and take the money and get something or other to eat. Brer Wolf, he allow, he did, that being's it seem like he the hungriest critter on the face of the earth, that he sell his mammy first, and then, after the vittles give out, Brer Rabbit he can sell he own mammy and get some more grub.

Ole Brer Rabbit, he chipped in and agreed, he did, and Brer Wolf, he took and hitch up he team, and put he mammy in the wagon, and then him and Brer Rabbit drove off. 

Man come 'long. "Where you going?"

Going 'long down to town,
With a bag of corn for to sell;
We ain't got time for to stop and talk,
Yet we wish you mighty well!

Now, then, they took and carry Brer Wolf mammy to town and sell her, and they start back with a wagon-load of vittles. The day was a-waning, then the sun was a-setting. The wind took and blow up sort of stiff, and the sun look red when she setting. They drove on, and drove on. The wind blow, and the sun shine red. By and by, Brer Wolf scrooch up and shiver, and allow, "Brer Rabbit, I'm a-getting mighty cold."

Brer Rabbit, he laugh and allow, "I'm getting sort of creepy myself, Brer Wolf."

They drove on and drove on. Wind blow keen, sun shine red. Brer Wolf scrooch up in little knot. By and by he sing out, "Brer Rabbit, I'm freezin'! I'm that cold I don't know what to do!"

Brer Rabbit, he point to the setting sun and say, "You see that great big fire 'cross there in the woods, Brer Wolf? Well, they ain't nothing to hinder you from going there and warming yo'self and I'll wait here for you. Gimme the lines, Brer Wolf, and you go warm yo'self all over."

With that Brer Wolf, he put out just as hard as he can, for to see if he can't find the fire; and whiles he was gone, bless goodness, what should Brer Rabbit do but cut off the horses' tails and stick 'em down deep in the mud — he stick the horses' tails down in the mud, and then he took and drove the wagon 'way off in the swamp and hide it. Then he took and come back, old Brer Rabbit did, for to wait for Brer Wolf.

After so long a time, sure enough, here come Brer Wolf just a-galloping-up back. Brer Rabbit he hail him. "Is you warm yo'self, Brer Wolf?"

"Brer Rabbit, don't talk! That the most deceitful fire what I had any experience of. I run, and I run, and I run, and the more what I run the further the fire get. The nigher you come to that fire the further it's off."

Brer Rabbit, he sort of scratch hisself behind the shoulder-blade, and allow, "Never mind about the fire, Brer Wolf. I got something here that'll warm you up. If you ain't never been warm before, I lay you'll get warm this time."

This make Brer Wolf sort of look 'round, and when he see Brer Rabbit holding on to the two horse-tails, he up and squall out, he did, "Lord-a-mercy, Brer Rabbit! Where my vittles? Where my wagon? Where my horses?"

"They are all right here, Brer Wolf; they are all right here. I stayed there where you left me till the horses begun to get restless. Then I cluck at 'em, and, bless gracious, they start off and land in a quicksand. When they begun to mire, I just took and turn everything a-loose and grab the horses by the tail, and I been standing here wishing for you, Brer Wolf, till I done gone gray in the mind. I allow to myself that I'd hang on to these here horse-tails if it killed every cow in the island. Come help me, Brer Wolf, and I lay we'll just naturally pull the ground out but what we'll get these critters out."


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With dat, Brer Wolf, he catch hold of one horse-tail, and Brer Rabbit, he catch hold of the other, and when they pull, course the tails come out of the mud. They stood there, they did, and they look at the tails and then they look at one another. 

By and by Brer Rabbit allow, "Well, sir, Brer Wolf; we pull so hard till we pull the tails plumb out!"

Old Brer Wolf, he don't know what to do, but it begun to get dark, and it weren't long 'fore he tell Brer Rabbit good-by, and off he put for home. That there Brer Rabbit, he just took and wait till Brer Wolf get out of hearing, and then he went into the swamp and drove the horses home and get all the vittles, and he ain't had to sell he old mammy neither. That he ain't.




Saturday, June 18, 2016

C073. Baer (p. 87). Brother Rabbit Gets the Provisions

This is Chase073.

Types 1335 setting sun (rising moon) mistaken for fire
1004I Pigs' tails
Motifs
J1806 setting sun (rising moon) mistaken for fire
K0404.1 pigs tails
K0944 deceptive agreement to kill wives (children) in famine
K0231.1.1 mutual agreement to sacrifice family members in famine
K0343.3 companion sent away so that rascal may steal common food supply
M0290 animals agree to eat mothers during famine
Notes

Gerber notes: "In Bornu the weasel tells the hyena the setting sun is fire and sends him for it."

Baer: "The agreement to sacrifice family members occurs very frequently in African tales." Kama: hare tells lion they must kill mothers because they are witches; in Chaga tale, weasel tells lion they should kill motehrs; Nyasaland hare tells man they must kill mothers, etc. Arewa has hare and hyena who make agreement. Baer discusses how the various indexers do or don't distinguish between the subtypes and motifs.

Parsons has Nancy and Lion selling their mothers and Nancy burying donkey tails. See Notes to Chase020.

Baer notes that this begins a cycle of three similar stories, with Daddy Jack criticizing Uncle Remus's version.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

C073. Rabbit, Wolf, and the Wagon of Food (original spelling)

39. Brother Rabbit Gets the Provisions. Text Source: Nights with Uncle Remus by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Project Gutenberg. I have removed the frame material. You can click here for the standardized spelling plus all notes to the story.


BRER RABBIT, BRER WOLF,
and the WAGON OF FOOD

All dish yer talk 'bout folks pe'shin' out, put me in min' er de times w'en de creeturs tuck'n got up a famine 'mungs deyse'f. Hit come 'bout dat one time vittles wuz monst'us skace en high, en money mighty slack. Long ez dey wuz any vittles gwine 'roun', Brer Rabbit, he 'uz boun' ter git he sheer un um, but bimeby hit come ter dat pass dat Brer Rabbit stomach 'gun ter pinch 'im; en w'iles he gettin' hongry de yuther creeturs, dey 'uz gettin' hongry deyse'f. Hit went on dis a-way twel one day Brer Rabbit en Brer Wolf meet up wid one er n'er in de big road, en atter dey holler howdy dey sat down, dey did, en make a bargain.

Dey tuck'n 'gree wid one er n'er dat dey sell der mammy en take de money en git sump'n' n'er ter eat. Brer Wolf, he 'low, he did, dat bein' 's hit seem lak he de hongriest creetur on de face er de yeth, dat he sell his mammy fus', en den, atter de vittles gin out, Brer Rabbit he kin sell he own mammy en git some mo' grub.

Ole Brer Rabbit, he chipt in en 'greed, he did, en Brer Wolf, he tuck'n hitch up he team, en put he mammy in de waggin, en den him en Brer Rabbit druv off. Man come 'long: "Whar you gwine?"

"Gwine 'long down ter town,
Wid a bag er co'n fer ter sell;
We aint got time fer ter stop en talk,
Yit we wish you mighty well!"

Now, den, dey tuck'n kyar Brer Wolf mammy ter town en sell 'er, en dey start back wid a waggin-load er vittles. De day wuz a-wanin' den de sun wuz a-settin'. De win' tuck'n blow up sorter stiff, en de sun look red when she settin'. Dey druv on, en druv on. De win' blow, en de sun shine red. Bimeby, Brer Wolf scrooch up en shiver, en 'low, "Brer Rabbit, I'm a-gittin' mighty cole."

Brer Rabbit, he laugh en 'low, "I'm gittin' sorter creepy myself, Brer Wolf."

Dey druv on en druv on. Win' blow keen, sun shine red. Brer Wolf scrooch up in little knot. Bimeby he sing out, "Brer Rabbit, I'm freezin'! I'm dat cole I dunner w'at ter do!"

Brer Rabbit, he p'int ter de settin' sun en say, "You see dat great big fier 'cross dar in de woods, Brer Wolf? Well, dey aint nothin' ter hender you fum gwine dar en wommin' yo'se'f en I'll wait yer fer you. Gimme de lines, Brer Wolf, en you go wom yo'se'f all over."

Wid dat Brer Wolf, he put out des ez hard ez he kin, fer ter see ef he can't fin' de fier; en w'iles he wuz gone, bless goodness, w'at should Brer Rabbit do but cut off de hosses' tails en stick um down deep in de mud— he stick de hosses' tails down in de mud, en den he tuck'n druv de waggin 'way off in de swamp en hide it. Den he tuck'n come back, ole Brer Rabbit did, fer ter wait fer Brer Wolf.

Atter so long a time, sho' 'nuff, yer come Brer Wolf des a-gallin'-up back. Brer Rabbit he hail 'im.

"Is you wom yo'se'f, Brer Wolf?"

"Brer Rabbit, don't talk! Dat de mos' 'seetful fier w'at I had any speunce un. I run, en I run, en I run, en de mo' w'at I run de furder de fier git. De nigher you come ter dat fier de furder hit 's off."

Brer Rabbit, he sorter scratch hisse'f behime de shoulder-blade, en 'low, "Nummine 'bout de fier, Brer Wolf. I got sump'n' yer dat'll wom you up. Ef you aint nev' bin wom befo', I lay you'll get wom dis time."

Dis make Brer Wolf sorter look 'roun', en w'en he see Brer Rabbit hol'in' on ter de two hoss-tails, he up'n squall out, he did, "Lawdy mussy, Brer Rabbit! Whar my vittles? Whar my waggin? Whar my hosses?"

"Dey er all right yer, Brer Wolf; dey er all right yer. I stayed dar whar you lef' me twel de hosses gun ter git restless. Den I cluck at um, en, bless gracious, dey start off en lan' in a quicksan'. W'en dey gun ter mire, I des tuck'n tu'n eve'ything a-loose en grab de hosses by de tail, en I bin stan'in' yer wishin' fer you, Brer Wolf, twel I done gone gray in de min'. I 'low ter myse'f dat I'd hang on ter deze yer hoss-tails ef it killt eve'y cow in de islan'. Come he'p me, Brer Wolf, en I lay we'll des nat'ally pull de groun' out but w'at we'll git deze creeturs out."

Wid dat, Brer Wolf, he kotch holt er one hoss-tail, en Brer Rabbit, he kotch holt er de yuther, en w'en dey pull, co'se de tails come out'n de mud. Dey stood dar, dey did, en dey look at de tails en den dey look at one n'er. Bimeby Brer Rabbit 'low, "Well, sir, Brer Wolf; we pull so hard twel we pull de tails plum out!"

Ole Brer Wolf, he dunner w'at ter do, but it 'gun ter git dark, en 't wa'n't long 'fo' he tell Brer Rabbit good-by, en off he put fer home. Dat ar Brer Rabbit, he des tuck'n wait twel Brer Wolf git out'n yearin', en den he went into de swamp en druv de hosses home en git all de vittles, en he aint hatter sell he ole mammy n'er. Dat he aint.