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Tuesday, December 11, 2018

C096. Brer Wolf and his Horns

62. Brother Wolf and the Horned Cattle. 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 and his HORNS

It come about one time that all the critters what got horns took a notion that they got to meet together and have a confab for to see how they going take care theyself, 'cause them the other critters what got  tooth and claw, they was just a-snatching 'em from 'round every corner.

They sent out word, the horn critters did, and they took and meet together 'way off in the woods. Man — sir! — they was a big gang of 'em, and the muster they had out there it weren't bear telling scarcely. Mr. Bull, he was there, and Mr. Steer, and Miss Cow, and Mr. Benjamin Ram, with his fiddle, and Mr. Billy Goat, and Mr. Unicorn, and old man Rhinossyhoss, yes, and lots more what I ain't know the names of. Man — sir! — they had a mighty muster out there. 

Old Brer Wolf, he took and hear about the muster, and he such a smarty that nothing ain't gonna do but he must go and see what they doing. He study about it long time, and then he went out in the timber and cut him two crooked sticks, and tie 'em on his head, and start off to where the horn critters meet at. 

When he get there Mr. Bull ask him who is he, what he want, where he come from, and where he going. Brer Wolf, he allow, "Ba-a-a! I'm name little Sook Calf!"

Mr. Bull look at Brer Wolf mighty hard over his specs, but after a while he go off somewheres else, and Brer Wolf take his place in the muster.

Well, then, by and by, directly, they got to talking and telling their experience just like the white folks does at class-meeting. Whiles they was going on this a-way, a great big horse-fly come sailing 'round, and Brer Wolf took and forget hisself, and snap at him.

All this time Brer Rabbit been hiding out in the bushes watching Brer Wolf, and when he see this he took and break out in a laugh. Brer Bull, he took and holler out, he did, "Who that laughing and showing their manners?"

Nobody ain't make no answer, and directly Brer Rabbit holler out, 
"Oh kittle-cattle, kittle-cattle, where your eyes?
Who ever see a Sook Calf snapping at flies?"

De horn critters they all look 'round and wonder what that mean, but by and by they go on with they confab. it weren't long 'fore a flea took and bite Brer Wolf 'way up on the back of the neck, and 'fore he know what he doing, he took and squat right down and scratch hisself with his behind foot."

Brer Rabbit, he took and broke out in another big laugh and disturb 'em all, and then he holler out, 
"Scritchum-scratchum, Lawdy-my-laws!
Look at that Sook Calf scratching with claws!"

Brer Wolf get mighty scared, but none of the horn critters ain't take no notice of him, and it weren't long 'fore Brer Rabbit holler out again, 
"Rinktum-tinktum, ride him on a rail!
That Sook Calf got a long bushy tail!"

De horn critters, they go on with their confab, but Brer Wolf get scaredder and scaredder, 'cause he notice that Mr. Bull got his eye on him. 

Brer Rabbit, he ain't give him no rest. He holler out, 
"One and one never can make six,
Sticks ain't horns, and horns ain't sticks!"

With that Brer Wolf make as if he going away from there, and he weren't none too soon, neither, 'cause old Mr. Bull splunge at him, and little more and he'd've naturally tore him in two.

Brer Wolf just scooted away from there, and he got so mad with Brer Rabbit, that he took and play dead, and word went 'round that they want all the critters for to go sit up with him. Brer Rabbit, he went down there for to look at him, and time he see him, he ask, "Is he grin yet?"

All the critters they up and say he ain't grin, not as they knows of. Then Brer Rabbit, he allow, he did, "Well, then, gentlemens all, if he ain't grin, then he ain't dead good. In all my experience, folks ain't get dead good till they grins."

When Brer Wolf hear Brer Rabbit talk that a-way, he took and grin from ear to ear, and Brer Rabbit, he picked up his hat and walking-cane and put out for home, and when he got 'way off in the woods he sat down and laugh fit to kill hisself.


Monday, July 04, 2016

C096. Baer (p. 105). Brother Wolf and the Horned Cattle

This is Chase096.
Types ATU0066B sham-dead animal betrays self
ATU022B false horns at horned animal dance
Motifs
K0607.3 sham-dead animal betrays self
K1991 hare (jackal) makes horns of wax and poses as horned animal
Notes
Gerber has Kaffir story with jackal's horns of wax; Werner has "The Horned Animals and the Hyena" ... wolf often replaces hyena as dupe in American stories
Baer: the horned part "seems to have had its origin in Africa and followed the slave trade route to the West Indies and the South"

... for sham-dead story, see Chase011.


Saturday, July 04, 2015

C096. Brother Wolf and the Horned Cattle (original spelling)

62. Brother Wolf and the Horned Cattle. 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.


Daddy Jack appeared to enjoy 'Tildy's story as thoroughly as the little boy.

"'E one fine tale. 'E mekky me lahff tell tear is come in me y-eye," the old African said. And somehow or other 'Tildy seemed to forget her pretended animosity to Daddy Jack, and smiled on him as pleasantly as she did on the others. Uncle Remus himself beamed upon each and every one, especially upon Aunt Tempy; and the little boy thought he had never seen everybody in such good-humor.

"Sis Tempy," said Uncle Remus, "I 'speck it's yo' time fer ter put in."

"I des bin rackin' my min'," said Aunt Tempy, thoughtfully. "I see you fixin' dat ar hawn, un terreckerly hit make me think 'bout a tale w'at I aint year none un you tell yit."

Uncle Remus was polishing a long cow's-horn, for the purpose of making a hunting-horn for his master.

[354]"Hit come 'bout one time dat all de creeturs w'at got hawns tuck a notion dat dey got ter meet terge'er un have a confab fer ter see how dey gwine take ker deyse'f, 'kaze dem t'er creeturs w'at got tush un claw, dey uz des a-snatchin' um fum 'roun' eve'y cornder."

"Tooby sho'!" said Uncle Remus, approvingly.

"Dey sont out wud, de hawn creeturs did, un dey tuck'n meet terge'er 'way off in de woods. Man—Sir!—dey wuz a big gang un um, un de muster dey had out dar 't wa'n't b'ar tellin' skacely. Mr. Bull, he 'uz dar, un Mr. Steer, un Miss Cow"—

"And Mr. Benjamin Ram, with his fiddle," suggested the little boy.

—"Yes, 'n Mr. Billy Goat, un Mr. Unicorn"—

"En ole man Rinossyhoss," said Uncle Remus.

—"Yes, 'n lots mo' w'at I aint know de names un. Man—Sir!—dey had a mighty muster out dar. Ole Brer Wolf, he tuck'n year 'bout de muster, un he sech a smarty dat nothin' aint gwine do but he mus' go un see w'at dey doin'.

"He study 'bout it long time, un den he went out in de timber un cut 'im two crooked sticks, un tie um on his head, un start off ter whar de hawn creeturs meet at. W'en he git dar Mr. Bull ax 'im who is he, w'at he want, whar he come frum, un whar he gwine. Brer Wolf, he 'low:

"'Ba-a-a! I'm name little Sook Calf!'"

"Eh-eh! Look out, now!" exclaimed 'Tildy, enthusiastically.

[355]"Mr. Bull look at Brer Wolf mighty hard over his specks, but atter a w'ile he go off some'rs else, un Brer Wolf take his place in de muster.

"Well, den, bimeby, terreckerly, dey got ter talkin' un tellin' der 'sperence des like de w'ite folks does at class-meetin'. W'iles dey 'uz gwine on dis a-way, a great big hoss-fly come sailin' 'roun', un Brer Wolf tuck'n fergit hisse'f, un snap at 'im.

"All dis time Brer Rabbit bin hidin' out in de bushes watchin' Brer Wolf, un w'en he see dis he tuck'n break out in a laugh. Brer Bull, he tuck'n holler out, he did:

"'Who dat laughin' un showin' der manners?'

"Nobody aint make no answer, un terreckerly Brer Rabbit holler out:

"'O kittle-cattle, kittle-cattle, whar yo' eyes?
Who ever see a Sook Calf snappin' at flies?'
"De hawn creeturs dey all look 'roun' un wonder w'at dat mean, but bimeby dey go on wid dey confab. 'T wa'n't long 'fo' a flea tuck'n bite Brer Wolf 'way up on de back er de neck, un 'fo' he know what he doin', he tuck'n squat right down un scratch hisse'f wid his behime foot."

"Enty!" exclaimed Daddy Jack.

"Dar you is!" said 'Tildy.

"Brer Rabbit, he tuck'n broke out in 'n'er big laugh un 'sturb um all, un den he holler out:

"'Scritchum-scratchum, lawsy, my laws!
Look at dat Sook Calf scratchin' wid claws!'
"Brer Wolf git mighty skeer'd, but none er de hawn [356]creeturs aint take no notice un 'im, un 't wa'n't long 'fo' Brer Rabbit holler out ag'in:

"'Rinktum-tinktum, ride 'im on a rail!
Dat Sook Calf got a long bushy tail!'
"De hawn creeturs, dey go on wid der confab, but Brer Wolf git skeerder un skeerder, 'kaze he notice dat Mr. Bull got his eye on 'im. Brer Rabbit, he aint gin 'im no rest. He holler out:

"'One un one never kin make six,
Sticks aint hawns, un hawns aint sticks!'
"Wid dat Brer Wolf make ez ef he gwine 'way fum dar, un he wa'n't none too soon, needer, 'kaze ole Mr. Bull splunge at 'im, en little mo' un he'd er nat'ally to' 'im in two."

"Did Brother Wolf get away?" the little boy asked.

"Yas, Lord!" said Aunt Tempy, with unction; "he des scooted 'way fum dar, un he got so mad wid Brer Rabbit, dat he tuck'n play dead, un wud went 'roun' dat dey want all de creeturs fer ter go set up wid 'im. Brer Rabbit, he went down dar fer ter look at 'im, un time he see 'im, he ex:

"'Is he grin yit?'

"All de creeturs dey up'n say he aint grin, not ez dey knows un. Den Brer Rabbit, he 'low, he did:

"'Well, den, gentermuns all, ef he aint grin, den he aint dead good. In all my 'speunce folks aint git dead good tel dey grins.'[79]

[357]"W'en Brer Wolf year Brer Rabbit talk dat a-way, he tuck'n grin fum year ter year, un Brer Rabbit, he picked up his hat un walkin'-cane un put out fer home, un w'en he got 'way off in de woods he sot down un laugh fit ter kill hisse'f."

Uncle Remus had paid Aunt Tempy the extraordinary tribute of pausing in his work to listen to her story, and when she had concluded it, he looked at her in undisguised admiration, and exclaimed:

"I be bless, Sis Tempy, ef you aint wuss'n w'at I is, en I'm bad 'nuff', de Lord knows I is!"