Sunday, November 2, 2008

X. TRANSLATION. Mr. Terrapin Appears Upon The Scene

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MR. TERRAPIN APPEARS UPON THE SCENE
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“Miss Sally’s” little boy again occupying the anxious position of auditor, Uncle Remus took the shovel and put the noses of the hunks together, FN 1 as he expressed it, and then began:
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“One day, after Sis Cow done run past her own shadow trying for to catch him. Brer Rabbit took and allowed that he was going to drop in and see Miss Meadows and the gals, and he got out his piece of looking glass and primped up, he did, and set out.  Going cantering along the road, who should Brer Rabbit run up with but old Brer Terrapin – the same old one and sixpence. FN 2   Brer Rabbi stopped, he did, and rapped on the roof of Brer Terrapin’s house.
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“On the roof of his house, Uncle Remus?” interrupted the little boy.
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“  ‘Course honey, Brer Terrapin carries his house with him.  Rain or shine, hot or cold, strike up with old Brer Terrapin when you will and while you may, and where you find him, there you’ll find his shanty.  It’s just like I tell you. So then! Brer Rabbit he rapped on the roof of Brer Terrapin’s house, he did, and asked was he in, and Brer Terrapin allowed that he was, and then Brer Rabbit he asked him howdy, and ten Brer Terrapin he likewise respond howdy, and then Brer Rabbit he say where was Brer Terrapin gong, and Brer Terrapin, he say which he weren’t going nowhere scarcely. Then Brer Rabbit allow he was on his way for to see Miss Meadows and the gals, and he asked Brer Terrapin if he won’t join in and go along, and Brer Terrapin respond he don’t care if he do, and they they set out.  They had plenty of time for confabbing along the way, but by and by they got there, and Miss Meadows and the gals they came to the door, the did, and asked them in, and in they went.
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“When they got in, Brer Terrapin was so flat-footed that he was too low on the floor, and he weren’t high enough in a chair, but while they was all scrabbling around trying for to get Brer Terrapin a chair Brer Rabbit, he pick him up and put him on the shelf where the water bucket sat, and old Brer Terrapin, he lay back up there, he did, just as proud as a nigger with a cooked ‘possum.
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“ Course the talk fell on Brer Fox, and Miss Meadows and the gals make a great admiration about what a gaily riding-horse Brer Fox was, and they make lots of fun, and laugh and giggle sake like gals does these days.  Brer Rabbit, he set there in the chair smoking his cigar, and he sort of clear up his throat, and say, says he:
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“ ‘I’d have rid him over this morning, ladies,’ says he, ‘but I rid him so hard yesterday that he went lame in the off fore leg, and I expect I’ll have to swop him off yet,’ says he.
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“Then Brer Terrapin, he up and say, says he:
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“ ‘Well, if you’re going to sell him, Brer Rabbit,’ says he, ‘ sell him somewhere out of this neighborhood, ‘cause he done been here too long now,’ says he.  ‘No longer than a day before yesterday,’ says he, ‘Brer Fox passed me on the road, and what do you reckon he say?’ says he.
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“ ‘Law, Brer Terrapin,’ says Miss Meadows, says she, ‘you don’t mean to say he cussed?’ says she, and then the gals held their fans up before their faces.
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“ ‘Oh, no, ma’am,’ says Brer Terrapin, says he, ‘he didn’t cuss, but he holler out – “Heyo, Stinkin’ Jim!” ‘says he.
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“ ‘Oh, my! You hear that, gals?” says Miss Meadows, says she; ‘Brer Fox call Brer Terrapin Stinkin’ Jim,’ says she, and then Miss Meadows and the gals make great wonderment how Brer Fox can talk that way about a nice man like Brer Terrapin.
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“But bless gracious, honey! While all this going on, Brer Fox was standing at the back door with one ear at the cat-hole listening. Eavesdroppers don’t hear no good of themselves, and the way Brer Fox was abused that day was a caution.
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“By and by Brer Fox stick his head in the door and holler out:
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“ ‘Good evening, folks, I wish you mighty well,’ says he, and with that he makes a dash for Brer Rabbit, but Miss Meadows and the gals they holler and squall, they did, and Brer Terrapin he got to scrambling round up there on the shelf, and off he come, and blip he took Brer Fox on the back of the head.  This sort of stunned Brer Fox, and when he gathered his remembrance the most he saw was a pot of greens turned over in the fireplace, and a broken chair.  Brer Rabbit was gone, and Brer Terrapin was gone, and Miss Meadows and the gals, they run out in the yard.
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“Brer Fox, he sort of look around and feel for the back of his head, where Brer Terrapin lit, but he don’t see no sign of Brer Rabbit.  But the smoke and the ashes going up the chimney got the best of Brer Rabbit, and by and by he sneeze – huckychow!

“ ‘Aha!’ says Brer Fox, says he; ‘you are there, are you?’ says he. ‘Well, I’m going to smoke you out, if it takes a month.  You’re mine this time,’ says he.  Brer Rabbit ain’t saying nothing.
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“ ‘Ain’t you coming down?’ says Brer Fox, says he. Brer Rabbit ain’t saying nothing. Then Brer fox, he went out after some wood, he did, and when he come back, he hear Brer Rabbit laughing.
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“ ‘What you laughing at, Brer Rabbit?’ says Brer Fox, says he.
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“ ‘Can’t tell you, Brer Fox,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.
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“ ‘It ain’t nothing but a box of money somebody gone and left up here in the chink of the chimney,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.
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“ ‘Don’t believe you,’ says Brer Fox, says he.
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“ ‘Look up and see,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he, and when Brer Fox look up, Brer Rabbit spit his eyes full of tobacco juice, he did, and Brer Fox, he make a break for the branch, FN 3, and Brer Rabbit he come down and told the ladies good-by.
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“ ‘How you get him off, Brer Rabbit?” says Miss Meadows, says she.
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“And what became of the Terrapin?” asked the little boy.
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“Oh, well then!” exclaimed the old man, “children can’t expect to know all about everything before they get some rest. Them eyelids of yours want to be propped with straws this minute.”


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FN 1 Sounds like a reference to building a stone wall – nose of this chunk against the nose of that chunk
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FN 2 – the same old one and sixpence?? Possible: London's Langham Hotel began serving afternoon tea in Victorian times for one schilling and a sixpence, and still does - see ://www.asiatraveltips.com/news08/135-AfternoonTea.shtml.  Does the phrase then mean, same old, same old? Here's another: same old sixpence means "much the same as always" - example is given from a Civil War diary - 1863 soldier writes, "The same old seven and six. I am on camp guard duty today." See ://books.google.com/books?id=i33BWgxbvXgC&pg=PA719&lpg=PA719&dq=%22same+old+one+and+sixpence%22&source=web&ots=QvpR5YHtDY&sig=oNGQ7nZVaJ_SwIIhyKA6XrI7jbI&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=6&ct=result
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FN 3 – make a break for the branch? Short for branch water? Branch water means water from a stream, Southern US, says ://www.thefreedictionary.com/branch+water; or plain water as used with whiskey (same site). Perhaps a branch of a stream nearby
 

Thursday, September 11, 2008

VII. The Big Bethel Church - His Songs

VIII

THE BIG BETHEL CHURCH

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The Big Bethel church! The Big Bethel church!
Done put old Satan behind him.
If a sinner gets loose from any other church,
The Big Bethel church will find him!
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It's good to be there, and it's sweet to be there,
With the sistering all around you --
A-shaking those shackles of mercy and love
Wherewith the Lord has bound you.
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It's sweet to be there and listen to the hymns,
And hear those mourners a-shoutin' --
They done reached the place where there ain't no room
For any weepin' and doubtin'.
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It's good to be there, when the sinners all join
With the brothering in there singin',
And it looks like Gabriel going to rack up and blow
And set  them heaven bells to ringin'.
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Oh, the Big Bethel church! the Big Bethel church,
Done  put old Satan behind him.
If a sinner gets loose from any other church
The Big Bethel church will find him.

2. A Plantation Serenade - Transcriptions

2.  A PLANTATION SERENADE

The old bee makes the honeycomb,y,
The young bee makes the honey,
The niggers make the cotten and corn,
And the white folks gets the money.

The raccoon he a curious man,
He never walks 'til dark,
And nothing never disturbs his mind,
'Til he hears old Bringer bark.

The raccoon totes a bushy tail,
The 'possum totes no hair,
Mr. Rabbit, he comes skippin' by,
He ain't got none to spare./

Monday morning break of day.
White folks got me going,
But Saturday night, when the sun goes down,
That yellow gal's in my mind.

Fifteen pound of meat a week,
Whiskey for to sell,
Oh, how can a yound man stay at home,
Them gals they look so well?

Met a 'possum in the road -
Brother 'Possum, where you going?
I thank my stars, I bless my life
I'm a huntin' for the muscadine. FN 1

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FN 1 - Muscadine. A species of grape, for winemaking, see ://www.muscadine.com/. The heritage includes a grape geneology with the "scuppernong" and the "passion fruit of the south" - see site for details. Here is the botanical scoop: ://www.crfg.org/pubs/ff/muscadinegrape.html. If you live in a climate like the State of Georgia, and ok soil, here's how to get in business: ://www.smallfruits.org/Muscadines/production/MuscadineGro/toc.htm.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Transcriptions: VII. A Plantation Chant (1)

VII.
TRANSCRIPTIONS*

1. A PLANTATION CHANT

It's eighteen hundred forty and four
Christ done open that Heavenly door
And I don't want to stay here no longer;
It's eighteen hundred forty and five,
Christ done made that dead man alive --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.
You ask me to run home,
Little children --
Run home, that sun done roll--
And I don't want to stay here no longer.


It's eighteen hundred forty and six,
Christ has got us a place done fix --
And I don't want to stay here no longer;

It's eighteen hundred forty and seven
Christ done set a table in Heaven --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.

You ask me to run home,
Little children --
Run home, that sun done roll --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.


It's eighteen hundred forty and eight,
Christ done make that crooked way straight --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.

It's eighteen hundred forty and nine,
Christ done turn that water into wine --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.

You ask me to run home,
Little children --
Run home, that sun done roll --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.

It's eighteen hundred forty and ten,
Christ is the mourner's onliest friend --
And I don't want to stay here no longer;

It eighteen hundred forty and eleven,
Christ will be at hte door when we all get to Heaven--
And I don't want to stay here no longer.

You ask me to run home,
Little children --
Run home, that sun done roll --
And I don't want to stay here no longer.





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Joel Chandler Harris has this *asterisked comment - "If these are adaptations from songs the negroes have caught from the whites, their origin is very remote.  I have transcribed them literally, and I regard them as in the highest degree characteristic".]

Informal translation from the idiom by Carol Widing. The indentations of the original are not feasible in this format.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Songs: Plantation Play-Song - VI. It's Getting Mighty Late, When the Guinea Hens Squall

VI. Plantation Play-Song

(Putnam County 1856) FN 1

It's getting mighty late, when the Guinea hens squall,
And you better dance now, if you're gonna dance at all,
For by this time tomorrow night you can't hardly crawl,
'Cause you'll have to take the hoe again and likewise the maul -- FN 2

Don't you hear that bay colt a-kickin' in his stall?
Stop your humpin' up your shoulders --
That'll never do!
Hop light, ladies,

Oh, Miss Loo!
It takes a heap of scrougin'
For to get you through --
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!

If you niggers don't watch, you'll sing another chime,
For the sun'll rise and catch you if you don't be mighty soon;
And the stars is gettin' paler, and the old gray coon
Is a settin' in the grape-vine a watchin' for the moon.

When a feller comes a-knockin
Just holler --Oh, shoo!
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!
Oh, swing that yellow gal!
Do, boys, do!
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!

Oh, turn me loose! Let me alone! Go 'way, now!
What do you expect, I come a dancin' for if I don't know how?
These are the very kind of foots what kicks up a row;
Can't you jump into the middle and make your gal a bow?

Look at that mulatto man
A-followin' up Sue;
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Lou!
The boys ain't a-goin'
When you cry boo hoo --
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Lou!

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FN 1 - Putnam Counties are in Ohio, Florida, Tennessee, Illinois - elsewhere?

FN 2 - Maul = ax-looking tool, also like a hammer, narrow blade head, for splitting wood, see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Splitting_maul