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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

C080. Brer Wolf under a Rock

46. Brother Wolf Still in Trouble. 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 WOLF UNDER A ROCK

After old Brer Wolf get the natural hide took off of 'im on the account of Brer Rabbit kettle, course he had to go 'way off by hisself for to let the hair grow out. He was gone so long that Brer Rabbit sort of allow to hisself that he expect he can come down out of he steeple, and sort of rack 'round amongst the other critters.

He sort of primp up, Brer Rabbit did, and then he start out upon he journeys hither and yon. He took and went to the crossroads, and there he stop and choose 'im a road. He choose 'im a road, he did, and then he put out just like he been sent for in a hurry.

Brer Rabbit gallop on, he did, talking and laughing with hisself, and every time he pass folks, he'd turn it off and make like he singing. He was going on this a-way, when first news you know he took and hear something. He stop talking and begun to hum a tune, but he ain't meet nobody. Then he stop and listen and he hear something holler, "O Lordy! Lordy! Won't somebody come help me?"

Brer Rabbit hear this, and he stop and listen. It weren't long 'fore something or other holler out, "O Lordy, Lordy! Please, somebody, come and help me."

Brer Rabbit, he hoist up he ears, he did, and make answer back, "Who is you, nohow, and what the name of goodness the matter?"

"Please, somebody, do run here!"

Brer Rabbit, he took and stand on three legs for to make sure of getting a good start if there was any needs of it, and he holler back, "Whereabouts is you, and how come you there?"

"Do please, somebody, run here and help a poor miserable critter. I'm down here in the big gully under this here great big rock."

Old Brer Rabbit pleased to be mighty particular in them days, and he crept down to the big gully and look in, and who the name of goodness you expect he seed down there? Nobody in the round world but that there old Brer Wolf what Brer Rabbit done been scalded the week 'fore that!

He was laying down there in the big gully, and, bless gracious! Up on top of 'im was a great big rock, and if you want to know the reason that there great big rock ain't teetotally killed Brer Wolf, then you'll had to ask someone what know more about it than what I does, 'cause it look like to me that it just ought to mash 'im flat.

Yet there he was, and let alone being killed, he got strength 'nough left for to make folks hear 'im holler a mile off, and he holler so lonesome that it make Brer Rabbit feel mighty sorry, and no sooner is he feel sorry than he hold he coat-tails out the way and slid down the bank for to see what he can do.

When he get down there Brer Wolf ask 'im please, sir, can he help 'im with the removance of that there rock, and Brer Rabbit allow he expect he can; and with that Brer Wolf holler and tell 'im for mercy sake won't he whirl in and do it, which Brer Rabbit took and catch hold of the rock and hump hisself, and it weren't long 'fore he get a purchase on it, and, bless your soul, he lift 'er up just like black man at the log-rolling.

It turn out that Brer Wolf ain't hurted much, and when he find this out, he took and took a notion that if he ever going get he revengeance out of Brer Rabbit, right then was the time, and no sooner does that come 'cross he mind than he took and grab Brer Rabbit by the nap of the neck and the small of the back.

Brer Rabbit he kick and squeal, but it ain't do no manner of good, 'cause the more what he kick the more tighter Brer Wolf clamp 'im, which he squoze 'im so hard that Brer Rabbit was feared he was going to cut off he breath. Brer Rabbit, he allow, "Well, then, Brer Wolf! Is this here the way you thanks folks for saving your life?"

Brer Wolf grin big, and then he up and allow, "I'll thank you, Brer Rabbit, and then I'll make fresh meat out of you."

Brer Rabbit allow, he did, "If you talk that a-way, Brer Wolf, I never is to do you another good turn whiles I live."

Brer Wolf, he grin some more and allow, "That you won't, Brer Rabbit, that you won't! You won't do me no more good turn till you are done dead."

Brer Rabbit, he sort of study to hisself, he did, and then he allow, "Where I come from, Brer Wolf, it's against the law for folks for to kill them what done done 'em a good turn, and I expect it's the law right 'round here."

Brer Wolf say he ain't so mighty sure about that. Brer Rabbit say he willing for to left the whole case with Brer Terrapin, and Brer Wolf say he agreeable.

With that, they put out, they did, and make their way to where old Brer Terrapin stay; and when they get there, Brer Wolf he took and tell he side, and then Brer Rabbit he took and tell he side. old Brer Terrapin put on he specs and clear up he throat, and then he allow, "There's a mighty heap of mixness in this here dispute, and 'fore I can take any sides you'll just had to carry me for to see the place whereabouts Brer Wolf was when Brer Rabbit found 'im," says he.

Sure 'nough, they took and carried old Brer Terrapin down the big road till they come to the big gully, and then they took 'im to where Brer Wolf got caught under the big rock. Old Brer Terrapin, he walk 'round, he did, and poke at the place with the end of he cane. By and by he shook he head, he did, and allow, "I hates mightily for to put you all gents to so much trouble; yet, there ain't no two ways, I'll have to see just how Brer Wolf was caught, and just how the rock was laying upon top of 'im," says he. "The older folks gets, the more trouble they is," says he, "and I ain't denying but what I'm a-ripening more samer than a persimmon what's been strucken with the frost," says he.

Then Brer Wolf, he took and lay down where he was when Brer Rabbit found 'im, and the others they up and roll the rock upon top of 'im. They roll the rock upon 'im, and there he was. Brer Terrapin, he walk all 'round and 'round, and look at 'im. Then he sat down, he did, and make marks in the sand with he cane like he studying about something or other.

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By and by, Brer Wolf, he open up, "Ow, Brer Terrapin! This here rock getting mighty heavy!"

Brer Terrapin, he mark in the sand, and study, and study. Brer Wolf holler, "Ow, Brer Terrapin! this here rock mashing the breath out of me."

Brer Terrapin, he rear back, he did, and he allow, says he, "Brer Rabbit, you was in the wrong. You ain't had no business for to come bothering along of Brer Wolf when he ain't bothering along of you. He was attending to he own business and you ought to been attending to your own."


This make Brer Rabbit look ashamed of hisself, but Brer Terrapin talk right along, "When you was going down this here road this morning, you surely must been a-going somewheres. If you was going somewheres you better be going on. Brer Wolf, he weren't going nowheres then, and he ain't going nowheres now. You found 'im under that there rock, and under that there rock you left 'im."

And, bless gracious!Tthem there critters racked off from there and left old Brer Wolf under that there rock.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

C080. Baer (p. 93). Brother Wolf Still in Trouble

This is Chase080.

Types ATU0155 Ungrateful Serpent Returned to Captivity
Motifs
W0154.2.1 rescued animal threatens rescuer
B0274 animal as judge
J1172.3 ungrateful animal returned to captivity
Notes
Klippe finds 48 African versions, of which 41 have all three motifs. and in 35 versions Klipple notes "judge lures the ungrateful character back to his former place by pretending either that he regards the situation as impossible or that he does not understand the case"
Arewa has 11, and Lambrecht adds 3, while Clarke has 4

Baer concludes: "Uncle Remus's tale is a close analogue to the versions occurring most frequently in Africa. Although the tale is also in the European tradition, judging by its absence from Baughman's Index, it is not part of the Anglo-American oral tradition."

Harris also concluded African origin; here is what Baer says "Harris found Bleek's statement of European origin for this tale "at least doubtful," not only because of the variant found among the southern American Negroes but also because of a similar South American Tortoise myth."

also: it persists in American oral tradition; see Dorson, 1967, reporting a tale from 1950s.

Friday, June 26, 2015

C080. Brer Wolf under a Rock (original spelling)

46. Brother Wolf Still in Trouble. 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 WOLF UNDER A ROCK

Atter ole Brer Wolf git de nat'al hide tuck off'n 'im on de 'count er Brer Rabbit kittle, co'se he hatter go 'way off by hisse'f fer ter let de ha'r grow out. He 'uz gone so long dat Brer Rabbit sorter 'low ter hisse'f dat he 'speck he kin come down out'n he steeple, en sorter rack 'roun' mungs de t'er creeturs.

He sorter primp up, Brer Rabbit did, en den he start out 'pun he journeys hether en yan. He tuck'n went ter de crossroads, en dar he stop en choose 'im a road. He choose 'im a road, he did, en den he put out des lak he bin sent fer in a hurry.

Brer Rabbit gallop on, he did, talkin' en laughin' wid hisse'f, en eve'y time he pass folks, he'd tu'n it off en make lak he singin'. He 'uz gwine on dis a-way, w'en fus' news you know he tuck'n year sump'n'. He stop talkin' en 'gun ter hum a chune, but he aint meet nobody. Den he stop en lissen en he year sump'n' holler, "O Lordy! Lordy! Won't somebody come he'p me?"

Brer Rabbit year dis, en he stop en lissen. 'T wa'n't long 'fo' sump'n' n'er holler out, "O Lordy, Lordy! Please, somebody, come en he'p me."

Brer Rabbit, he h'ist up he years, he did, en make answer back, "Who is you, nohow, en w'at de name er goodness de marter?"

"Please, somebody, do run yer!"

Brer Rabbit, he tuck'n stan' on th'ee legs fer ter make sho' er gittin' a good start ef dey 'uz any needs un it, en he holler back, "Whar'bouts is you, en how come you dar?"

"Do please, somebody, run yer en he'p a po' mizerbul creetur. I'm down yer in de big gully und' dish yer great big rock."

Ole Brer Rabbit bleedz ter be mighty 'tickler in dem days, en he crope down ter de big gully en look in, en who de name er goodness you 'speck he seed down dar? Nobody in de roun' worl' but dat ar ole Brer Wolf w'at Brer Rabbit done bin scalted de week 'fo' dat!

He 'uz layin' down dar in de big gully, en, bless gracious! 'pun top un 'im wuz a great big rock, en ef you want ter know de reason dat ar great big rock aint teetotally kilt Brer Wolf, den you'll hatter ax some un w'at know mo' 'bout it dan w'at I does, 'kaze hit look lak ter me dat it des oughter mash 'im flat.

Yit dar he wuz, en let 'lone bein' kilt, he got strenk 'nuff lef' fer ter make folks year 'im holler a mile off, en he holler so lonesome dat it make Brer Rabbit feel mighty sorry, en no sooner is he feel sorry dan he hol' he coat-tails out de way en slid down de bank fer ter see w'at he kin do.

W'en he git down dar Brer Wolf ax 'im please, sir, kin he he'p 'im wid de removance er dat ar rock, en Brer Rabbit 'low he 'speck he kin; en wid dat Brer Wolf holler en tell 'im fer mussy sake won't he whirl in en do it, w'ich Brer Rabbit tuck'n ketch holt er de rock en hump hisse'f, en 't wa'n't long 'fo' he git a purchis on it, en, bless yo' soul, he lif' 'er up des lak nigger at de log-rollin'.

Hit tu'n out dat Brer Wolf aint hurted much, en w'en he fine dis out, he tuck'n tuck a notion dat ef he ev' gwine git he revengeance out'n Brer Rabbit, right den wuz de time, en no sooner does dat come 'cross he min' dan he tuck'n grab Brer Rabbit by de nap er de neck en de small er de back.

Brer Rabbit he kick en squeal, but 't aint do no manner er good, 'kaze de mo' w'at he kick de mo' tighter Brer Wolf clamp 'im, w'ich he squoze 'im so hard dat Brer Rabbit wuz fear'd he 'uz gwine ter cut off he breff. Brer Rabbit, he 'low, "Well, den, Brer Wolf! Is dish yer de way you thanks folks fer savin' yo' life."

Brer Wolf grin big, en den he up'n 'low, "I'll thank you, Brer Rabbit, en den I'll make fresh meat out'n you."

Brer Rabbit 'low, he did, "Ef you talk dat a-way, Brer Wolf, I never is to do yer 'n'er good turn w'iles I live."

Brer Wolf, he grin some mo' en 'low, "Dat you won't, Brer Rabbit, dat you won't! You won't do me no mo' good turn tel you er done dead."

Brer Rabbit, he sorter study ter hisse'f, he did, en den he 'low, "Whar I come fum, Brer Wolf, hit 's agin' de law fer folks fer to kill dem w'at done done um a good turn, en I 'speck hit 's de law right 'roun' yer."

Brer Wolf say he aint so mighty sho' 'bout dat. Brer Rabbit say he willin' fer ter lef' de whole case wid Brer Tarrypin, en Brer Wolf say he 'gree'ble.

Wid dat, dey put out, dey did, en make der way ter whar ole Brer Tarrypin stay; en w'en dey git dar, Brer Wolf he tuck'n tell he side, en den Brer Rabbit he tuck'n tell he side. Ole Brer Tarrypin put on he specks en cle'r up he th'oat, en den he 'low, "Dey's a mighty heap er mixness in dish yer 'spute, en 'fo' I kin take any sides you'll des hatter kyar me fer ter see de place whar'bouts Brer Wolf wuz w'en Brer Rabbit foun' 'im," sezee.

Sho' 'nuff, dey tuck'n kyar'd ole Brer Tarrypin down de big road twel dey come ter de big gully, en den dey tuck 'im ter whar Brer Wolf got kotch und' de big rock. Ole Brer Tarrypin, he walk 'roun', he did, en poke at de place wid de een' er he cane. Bimeby he shuck he head, he did, en 'low, "I hates might'ly fer ter put you all gents ter so much trouble; yit, dey aint no two ways, I'll hatter see des how Brer Wolf was kotch, en des how de rock wuz layin' 'pun top un 'im," sezee. "De older folks gits, de mo' trouble dey is,' sezee, 'en I aint 'nyin' but w'at I'm a-ripenin' mo' samer dan a 'simmon w'at's bin strucken wid de fros'," sezee.

Den Brer Wolf, he tuck'n lay down whar he wuz w'en Brer Rabbit foun' 'im, en de yuthers dey up'n roll de rock 'pun top un 'im. Dey roll de rock 'pun 'im, en dar he wuz. Brer Tarrypin, he walk all 'roun' en 'roun', en look at 'im. Den he sot down, he did, en make marks in de san' wid he cane lak he studyin' 'bout sump'n' n'er.

Bimeby, Brer Wolf, he open up, "Ow, Brer Tarrypin! Dish yer rock gittin' mighty heavy!"

Brer Tarrypin, he mark in de san', en study, en study. Brer Wolf holler, "Ow, Brer Tarrypin! Dish yer rock mashin' de breff out'n me."

Brer Tarrypin, he r'ar back, he did, en he 'low, sezee, "Brer Rabbit, you wuz in de wrong. You aint had no business fer ter come bodderin' 'longer Brer Wolf w'en he aint bodderin' 'longer you. He 'uz 'ten'in' ter he own business en you oughter bin 'ten'in' ter yone."


Dis make Brer Rabbit look 'shame' er hisse'f, but Brer Tarrypin talk right erlong, "W'en you 'uz gwine down dish yer road dis mawnin', you sho'ly mus' bin a-gwine som'ers. Ef you wuz gwine som'ers you better be gwine on. Brer Wolf, he wa'n't gwine nowhars den, en he aint gwine nowhars now. You foun' 'im und' dat ar rock, en und' dat ar rock you lef 'im."

En, bless gracious! dem ar creeturs racked off fum dar en lef' ole Brer Wolf und' dat ar rock.