Sunday, November 2, 2008

X. Mr. Terrapin Appears Upon The Scene. Translation. Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

Uncle Remus:  Legends of the Old Plantation
X.


MR. TERRAPIN APPEARS UPON THE SCENE
Translation
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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

His Songs: VIII. 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.

His Songs. VII. A Plantation Serenade. Transcription. Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

His Songs: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings
VII. TRANSCRIPTIONS

Translation

2.  A PLANTATION SERENADE

The old bee makes the honeycomb,
The young bee makes the honey,
The niggers make the cotton 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

His Songs. VII. A Plantation Chant 1. Transcriptions. Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

 Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings
VII. TRANSCRIPTIONS *

Translation

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

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

 HIS SONGS: Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

VI. Plantation Play-Song
Translation
(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

Thursday, August 21, 2008

His Songs: V. Christmas Play-Song. Hi my rinktum! Black gal sweet.

HIS SONGS

V. Christmas Play-Song

(Myrick Place, Putnam County - 1858) FN 1


Hi my rinktum! Black gal sweet. FN 2
Same like goodies that the white folks eat;
Ho my Riley! don't you take and tell her name,
And then if something happens you won't catch the blame;
Hi my rinktum! better take and hide your plum;
Joree don't holler every time he find a worm. FN 3

Then it's hi my rinktum!
Don't get no other man;
And it's ho my Riley!
Fetch out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! Yellow gal fine;
She may be yours but she ought to be mine!
Hi my rinktum! Let me get by,
And see what she mean by the cut of that eye!
Ho my Riley! better shut the door --
The white folks'll believe we were tearin' up the floor.

Then its ho my Riley!
Come a siftin' up to me!
And it's hi my rinktum!
This the way to twist your knees!

Hi my rinktum! Ain't the east gettin' red?
The squinch owl shiver like he want to go to bed;
Ho my Riley! but the gals and the boys,
Just now gettin' so they can sort of make a noise.
Hi my rinktum! let the yellow gal alone;
Niggers don't hanker after sody in the pone. Fn 3

Then it's hi my rinktum!
Better try another plan;
And it's ho my Riley!
Trot out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! In the happy Christmas time
The niggers shake their clothes a-huntin' for a dime.
Hi my rinktum! End then they shake their feet,
And grease themeselves with the good ham meat.
Ho my Riley! they eat and they cram,
And by and by old Miss'll be a-sendin' out the dram.

Then its ho my Riley!
You hear that, Sam?
And it's hi my rinktum!
Be a sendin' out the dram!









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FN 1 - Myrick Place, Putnam County 1858. There is a Myrick Place as a subdivision near Baton Rouge LA - see ://www.eachtown.com/place.php/id/559103. There is a Putnam County in Georgia - see ://www.classmates.com/directory/school/Putnam%20County%20High%20School_2.jsp?org=10260. No other info.

FN 2 - Rinktum - a variety. A New England form of Welsh Rabbit (Rarebit?)- see http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/RINKTUM-DITTY-11705. Or Pennsylvania Dutch (Deutsch?) at ://www.astray.com/recipes/?show=Rinktum%20ditty

This looks more like it - a role - in this song, "Rosy Rinktum Mary," (this lady does everything) at http://maxhunter.missouristate.edu/1358/index.html

FN 3 - Joree - a kind of raillery or chaff, see "joree-jaw" in this Time article, about the "Black Ulysses," Howard W. Odum, at ://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,787135,00.html. Joree is also a name given to children baptized from Jordan water, from the Hebrew, see ://www.babynamer.com/Joree

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His Songs: IV. The Plough-Hands' Song - Nigger Mighty Happy When He Layin' By Corn

 HIS SONGS

IV. The Plough-Hands' Song
(Jasper County 1860)

(Original indenting is not easily copied here. Coding.
Jasper County - there is one in SC - see ://www.jaspercountysc.org/)



Nigger mighty happy when he layin' by corn --
That sun's a-slantin';
Nigger mighty happy when he hear the dinner-horn --
That sun's a-slantin';
And he's more happy still when the night draws on --
That sun's a-slantin';

That sun's a-slantin' just as sure as you are born!
And it's rise up, Primus! fetch another yell:
That old dun cow's just a shakin' up her bell,
And the frogs tunin' up for the dew done fell:

Good-night, Mr. Killdee! I wish you mighty well!
-- Mr. Killdee! I wish you mighty well!
-- I wish you mighty well! FN 1


The coon'll be ready against dumplin' day --
That sun's a-slantin';
But nigger gotter watch, and stick, and stay --
That sun's a-slantin';
Same as the bee-martin watching on the jay --
That sun's a-slantin';

That sun's a slantin' and a slippin' away!
Then it's rise up, Primus! and gin it "t'um" strong; FN 2
The cow's going home with her ding-dang-dong -
Sling in another "tetch" of the old time song;

Good night, Mr. Whippoorwill! don't stay long!
-- Mr. Whippoorwill! don't stay long!
---- Don't stay long! FN 3

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FN 1 - Italics. These are original.

Mr. Kildee - a man, an overseer? Or the kildeer bird, a kind of plover, see ://www.audubon.org/bird/BoA/F35_G1c.html. With the second response clearly being a bird, this first one is more likely that as well, to us. Shore bird, but used to be widespread, much reduced in population from shooting. The kildeer is also called "kildee" because of its call. "Dee dee dee dee-ee killdee dee-ee" at ://www.birdsbybent.com/ch1-10/killdeer.html#Voice

FN 2 - "gin it t'um strong" - to gin or gin it up is possibly many things. To excite, or enliven, or drink. See ://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/ginned-up.html. Gin at the end of the day, gin it am strong? Perhaps to give it to him strong (the mule at the plow)? Or rev up the mule and plow, gin it up, to get finished. Or gin as a form of "give" in the south, or to "ginger up" or make things lively.

FN 3 - Salud. Just an aside here. We salute these songs and proverbs. Look at this one closely. Look at the form of the last "repeat" - like the end of the day, long thought, little shorter, now hardly there. Wonderful. We see this song as an enormous tribute to the worker who retains his reflectiveness, can see things to take pleasure in, even at the plow. "Nigger mighty happy" is no reductionist idea - it is power, to us. See the imagery, courtesy, the relationship with the living things around, the detail. If only we had melodies, even rise and fall indications.

His Songs: III. Corn-Shucking Song - Oh, The First News You Know The Day'll Be a-Breakin'




HIS SONGS

III. Corn-Shucking Song

Oh, the first news you know the day'll be a breakin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango! FN 1

And the fire be a-burnin' and the ash-cake a bakin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

And the hen'll be a hollerin' and the boss'll be a wakin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Better get up, nigger, and give yourself a shakin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Oh, honey! when you see them ripe stars a-fallin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Oh, honey! when you hear the rain-crow a-callin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Oh, honey! when you hear that red calf a-bawlin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Then the day time's a-creepin' and a crawlin" --
Hi O Miss Sindy Ann!


For the lost ell and yard [FN 2] is a huntin' for the mornin',
Hi O! get along! go away!

And she'll catch up with us 'fore we ever get this corn in --
Oh, go 'way, Sindy Ann!


Oh, honey! when you hear that tin horn a tootin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Oh, honey! when you hear the squinch owl a-hootin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Oh, honey! when you hear them little pigs a-rootin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Right then she's a comin' a skippin' and a scootin' --
Hi O, Miss Sindy Ann!


Oh, honey, when you hear that roan mule whicker --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

When you see Mister Moon turnin pale and gettin' sicker --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Then it's time for to handle that corn a little quicker--
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

If you want to get a smell of old Master's jug of liquor --
Hi O, Miss Sindy Ann!

For the lost ell and yard is a-huntin' for the mornin'
Hi O! git along! go away!

And she'll catch up with us 'fore we ever get this corn in --
Oh, go away, Sindy Ann!


You niggers across there! you better stop your dancin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

No use for to come a flingin' and your "sha'n'ts" in --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

No use for to come a flingin' and your "can't's" in--
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

'Cause there ain't no time for your pattin' nor your prancin'!
Hi O, Miss Sindy Ann!


Mr. Rabbit see the Fox, and he sass him and jaws him --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

The Fox catch the Rabbit, and he scratch him and he claws him --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

And he ter off the hide, and he chaws him and he gnaws him --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!


Same like gal chawin' sweet gum and rosin [FN 3]--
Hi O, Miss Sindy Ann!

For the lost ell and yard is a-huntin' for the mornin' --
Hi O! get along! go away!

And she'll catch up with us 'fore we ever get this corn in --
Oh, go away, Sindy Ann!


Oh, work on, boys! give these shucks a mighty wringin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Before the boss come around a dangin' and a dingin' --
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!

Get up and move around! set them big hands to swingin'--
Hey O! Hi O! Up and down the Bango!


Get up and shout loud! let the white folks hear you singin'!
Hi O, Miss Sindy Ann!

For the lost ell and yard is a huntin' for the mornin'
Hi O! git along! go away!

And she'll catch up with us 'fore we ever get this corn in --
Oh, go away, Sindy Ann!


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FN 1 Bango. Note by Joel Chandler Harris, compiler: "So far as I know, "Bango" is a meaningless term, introduced on account of its sonorous ruggedness." P. 186

We find: Bango can mean various in different languages, see http://www.websters-dictionary-online.org/translation/Swahili/bango- a) "big pole barring entry" in the Venda language, a kind of Bantu, South Africa, culturally similar to the Zimbabwe. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venda_language (most slaves, however, came from West Africa, not South?); or, it can mean b) "husk" in Swahili - again, that is not West Africa, or c) "wide and thick" in Kerebe, and that would make sense for a cornstalk, pulling off the corn and shucking it, or for the corn itself - going up and down to shuck - but that also is East Africa. Can see no West African roots yet. Bango River is in India.

Checking African-American vernacular English at ://www.answers.com/topic/african-american-vernacular-english; and ebonics, at ://www.majorcox.com/columns/ebonics.htm.

Cannabis connection? Preparations for cannabis (marijuana) include "bhang", more from Middle East use, or [see current use of "bong"] and- this is interesting - "cannabis (hashis) rosin", see very rough entry at ://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bango_(cannabis). See FN 3

FN 2 "Ell en yard": Orion constellation belt star(s). Toward morning, does one fade, or what? This is "oil" en yard at the uncleremus.com site - those versions are sometimes different from ours in the 1921.

Note by Joel Chandler Harris, compiler: "The sword(see below) and belt in the constellation of Orion." P. 187.

We find: yard and ell, names of two stars in the belt of Orion, a/k/a "Golden Yard," see ://onlinedictionary.datasegment.com/word/yard+and+ell.

JSTOR has answers but won't let us look. Will try to find time to look up "De Los' Ell en Yard", Annie Weston Whitney, The Journal of American Folklore, vol 10 no. 39, Oct-Dec 1897, pp.293-298. Univ. of Ill. Press, American Folklore Society.

Here is another article - exhaustive - on the history and stories behind star names, in literature and mythology, including Orion - ://penelope.uchicago.edu/Thayer/E/Gazetteer/Topics/astronomy/_Texts/secondary/ALLSTA/Orion*.html.

Compare to this one (think "yard-arm" as part of it): The "ell and yard" does not include the sword here -- that the ell and yard is three stars, in a straight line, only 3 degrees in length, sometime called "The Three Kings." Hanging from the belt: the sword, comprised of a curved line of stars, see ://books.google.com/books?id=GSbAktdWt2wC&pg=PA55&lpg=PA55&dq=ell+and+yard+Orion&source=web&ots=5Le2WDa86t&sig=GER1NGzsyZAIYDb6An7w8dl1sAg&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=7&ct=result

FN 3 - Rozzum - several choices. Rosin, we believe, or "resin," if FN 1's reference to possible translation for bango as a preparation of marijuana is on target. Rosin is listed at that very rough (read: needs work and verification) Wikipedia entry in connection with marijuana preparations. Marijuana in "herbal or resin" form can be used in cooking, see ://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cannabis_brownie. The cooked result is psychoactive. Alice B. Toklas' version at http://www.subrosa.arbre.us/SubRosaBrownies.html: we thought it first came out in her recipes in 1933.

Rosin was also a medication, as was sweetgum and many other plants, see Folklore, at http://medinfo.ufl.edu/~medhum/FOLKLORE.htm.

Both together: The inclusion of "sweet gum" can mean the "resin" of that tree, obtained from scraping the bark, and enjoyed by native Americans and pioneers. ://www.sfrc.ufl.edu/4h/Sweetgum/sweetgum.htm. Nothing psychedelic mentioned there. Enough. Let's say people did both as they liked.

His Songs: II. Camp-Meeting Song - Oh, The World is Round and the World is Wide

HIS SONGS

II. Camp-Meeting Song


Oh, the world is round, and the world is wide --
Lord! Remember these children in the mornin' --
It's a mighty long ways up the mountain side,
And there ain't no place for them sinners to hide,
And there ain't no place where sin can abide,
When the Lord shall come in the mornin'.

Look up and look around,
Fling your burden on the ground,
It's a gettin' mighty close on the mornin'!
Smooth away sin's frown --
Reach up and get the crown,
What the Lord will fetch in the mornin'!


The hand of redemption, it's held out to you --
Lord! Remember them sinners in the mornin'!
It's a mighty patient hand, but the days is but few,
When Satan, he'll come a-demandin' of his due,
And the stiff-neck sinners'll be smotin' all through --
Oh, you better get ready for the mornin'!

Look up and set your face
Towards the green hills of grace
Before the sun rises up in the mornin'--
Oh, you better change your base,
It's your soul's last race
For the glory that's a comin' in the mornin'!


The farmer gets ready when the land's all plowed
For to sow them seeds in the mornin'--
The spirit may be puny and the flesh may be proud,
But you better cut loose from the scoffin' crowd,
And join these Christians what's a cryin' out loud
For the Lord for to come in the mornin'!

Shout loud and shout long,
Let the echoes answer strong,
When the sun rises up in the mornin'!
Oh, you always will be wrong
'Til you choose to belong
To the Master what's a comin' in the mornin'!

His Songs: I. Revival Hymn. Oh, Where Shall We Go When the Great Day Comes

His Songs

I. Revival Hymn

Oh, where shall we go when the great day comes,
With the blowin' of the trumpets and the bangin' of the drums?
How many poor sinners'll be catched out late
And find no latch for the golden gate?

No use for to wait 'til tomorrow!
The sun mustn't set on your sorrow,
Sin's as sharp as a bamboo-briar --
Oh, Lord! fetch the mourners up higher!



When the nations of the earth are a-standin' all around,
Who's gonna be chosen for to wear the glory crown?
Who's gonna stand stiff-knee'd and bold.
And answer to the name at the callin' of the roll?

You'd better come now if you're comin' --
Ol' Satan is loose and a-bummin' --
The wheels of distraction is a-hummin' --
Oh, come along, sinner, if you're comin'! 184



The song of salvation is a mighty sweet song,
And the Paradise wind blow far and blow strong,
And Abraham's bosom, it's soft and it's wide,
And right there's the place where the sinners ought to hide!

Oh, you needn't be a-stoppin' and a-lookin;
If you fool with old Satan you'll be took in;
You'll hang on the edge and get shook in,
If you keep on a-stoppin' and a-lookin'.



The time is right now, and this here's the place --
Let the sun of salvation shine square in your face;
Fight the battles of the Lord, fight soon and fight late,
And you'll always find a latch at the golden gate,

No use for to wait 'til tomorrow,
The sun mustn't set on your sorrow --
Sin's as sharp as a bamboo-briar,
Ask the Lord for to fetch you up higher!

Plantation Proverbs (a collection)

Translation

Plantation Proverbs


Big possum climb little tree.

Those who eat can say grace.

Old man Know-All died last year.

Better the gravy than no grease at all.

Dram ain't good until you get it. FN 1

Lazy folks' stomachs don't get tired.

Rheumatism don't help at the log-rolling. 175

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Mole don't see what his neighbor doing.

Save the pacing march for Sunday.

It don't rain each time the pig squeals.

Crow and corn can't grow in the same field.

Tattling woman can't make the bread rise.

Rails split before breakfast will season the dinner.

Them what knows too much sleep under the ash-hopper.

If you want to see your own sins, clean up a new ground.

Hog don't know which part of him'll season the turnip salad.

It's a blessing the white sow don't shake the plum tree.

Winter grape sour, whether you can reach 'em or not.

Mighty poor bee that don't make more honey than he want.

Cushions on mule's foots, done gone out of fashion. FN 2

Pigs don't know what a pen's for.

Possum's tail as good as a paw.

Dogs don't bite at the front gate.

Colt in the barley-patch kick high.

Jay-bird don't rob his own nest.

Pullet can't roost too high for the owl.

Meat fried before day won't last 'til night.

Stump water won't cure the gripes.

Howlin' dog know what he sees. 179

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Blind horse don't fall when he follows the bit.

Hungry nigger won't wear his mind out.

Don't fling away the empty wallet.

Black-snake know the way to his nest.

Looks won't do to split rails with.

Setting hens don't hanker after fresh eggs.

Potato vine growing while you sleep.

It take two birds for to make a nest.

If you bleeds to eat dirt, eat clean dirt. FN 3

Terrapin walk fast enough to go visitin'.

Empty smoke-house make the pullet holler.

When coon take water, he fixin' for to fight.

Corn makes more at the mill than it does in the crib.

Good luck says, "Open your mouth and shut your eyes."

Nigger that gets hurt working ought to show the scars.

Fiddlin' nigger say its a long ways to the dance.

Rooster makes more racket than the hen that lay the egg.

Mellow mush melon hollers at you from over the fence. FN 4

Nigger with a pocket handkerchief better be looked after.

Rain-crow don't sing no tune, but you can depend on him.

One-eyed mule can't be handled on the blind side.

Moon may shine, but a lightered (?) knot's mighty handy. 177

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Liquor talks mighty loud when it gets loose from the jug.

The proudness of a man don't count when his head's cold.

Hungry rooster don't cackle when he find a worm.

Some niggers mighty smart, but they can't drive the pigeons to roost.

You may know the way, but better keep your eyes on the seven stairs. (seven sins, maybe?)

All the buzzards in the settlement will come to the gray mule's funeral.

You can hide the fire, but what you gonna do with the smoke?

Tomorrow may be the carriage-driver's day for plowing.

It's a mighty deaf nigger that don't hear the dinner horn.

It takes a bee for to get the sweetness out of the hoar-hound blossom.

Haunts don't bother longer honest folks, but you better go around the graveyard.

The pig that runs off with the ear of corn gets little more than the cob.

Sleeping in the fence-corner don't fetch Christmas in the kitchen. 178

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The spring-house may freeze, but the niggers'll keep the shuck-pen warm.

Between the bug and the bee-martin ain't hard to tell which is going to get caught.

Don't sport with the screech-owl. Jam the shovel in the fire. FN 5

You'd see more of the mink if he knew where the yard dog sleeps.

Troubles is seasoning. Persimmons ain't good until they get frost-bit.

Watch out when you're getting all you want. Fattenin' hogs ain't in luck.

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FN 1 - Dram - could mean liquor, as in our later dram shop acts? see ://www.answers.com/topic/dram-shop-act-1

FN 2 - Kwishins - we think that is "cushions."

FN 3 - "Bleeds to" - We think that is close to the "Bleedz ter" as really wants to, anxious, see similar usages where this makes sense at ://xroads.virginia.edu/~UG97/remus/valen.html; and ://xroads.virginia.edu/~UG97/remus/phone.html

FN 4 - mush-million -  a mush melon or kind of cantaloupe, sometimes pronounced musk melon, see http://georgiafaces.caes.uga.edu/getstory.cfm?storyid=1162

FN 5 Squinch owl - screech owl, see ://xroads.virginia.edu/~MA01/Grand-Jean/Hurston/glossary.html [do look up this glossary of terms]

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

IX. TRANSLATION. Miss Cow Falls a Victim to Mr. Rabbit

IX

MISS COW FALLS A VICTIM TO MR. RABBIT

“Uncle Remus,” said the little boy, “what became of the Rabbit after he fooled the Buzzard, and got out of the hollow tree?”

“Who? Brer Rabbit? Bless your soul, honey, Brer Rabbit went skippin’ along home, he did, just as sassy as a jay-bird at a sparrow’s nest. He went gallopin’ along, he did, but he feel mighty tired out, and stiff in his joints, and he was mighty nigh dead for something for to drink, and by and by, when he got almost home, he spied old Miss Cow feeding around in a field, he did, and he determined for to try his hand with her. Brer Rabbit know mighty well that Miss Cow won’t give him no milk, ‘cause she done refuse him more than once, and when his old woman was sick, at that. But never mind that Brer Rabbit sort of dance up along side of the fence, he did, and holler out:

“ ‘Howdy, Sis Cow,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.

“ ‘Why, howdy, Brer Rabbit,’ says Miss Cow, says she.

“ ‘How you find yourself these days, Sis Cow?’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.

“ ‘I’m sort of tolerable, Brer Rabit; how you come on?’ says Miss Cow, says she.

“ ‘Oh, I’m just tolerable myself, Sis Cow; sort of lingerin’ between a balk and a break-down,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.

“ ‘How your folks, Brer Rabbit?” says Miss Cow, says she.

“ ‘They are just middling, Sis Cow; how Brer Bull getting’ on?” says Brer Rabbit, says he.

“ ‘Sort of so-so,’ says Miss Cow, says she,

“ ‘There are some mighty nice persimmons up this tree, Sis Cow,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he, ‘and I’d like mighty well to have some of them,’ says he.

“ ‘How you going to get them, Brer Rabbit,’ says she.

“ ‘I allowed maybe that I might ask you for to butt against the tree, and shake some down, Sis Cow,’ says Brer Rabbit, says he.

“ ‘Course Miss Cow don’t want to disaccommodate Brer Rabbit, and she marched up to the persimmon tree, she did, and hit it a rap with her horns – blam! Now then," continued Uncle Remus tearing off the corner of a plug of tobacco and cramming it into his mouth – “now, then, them persimmons was green as grass, and never one would drop. Then Miss Cow backed off a little further,she did, and hoist her tail on her back, and come against the tree, kerblam! And she come so fast, and she come so hard, until one of her horns went spang through the tree, and there she was. She can't go forwards, she can't go backwards. This exactly what Brer Rabbit waiting for, and he no sooner saw old Miss Cow all fastened up than he jump up, he did, and cut the pidginwing. FN 1

" 'Come help me out, Brer Rabbit,; says Miss Cow, says she.

" 'I can't climb, Sis Cow,' says Brer Rabbit, says he, 'but I'll run and tell Brer Bull,' says he, and with that Brer Rabbit put out for home, and it wasn't long before he come back with his old woman and all his children, and the last one of the family was toting a pail. The big ones had big pails and the little ones had little pails. And they all surrounded old Miss Cow, they did, and you hear me, honey, they milked her dry. FN 2 The old ones milked and the young ones milked. and then when they done got enough, Brer Rabbit, he up and say, says he:

" 'I wish you mighty well, Sis Cow. I allowed being how that you'd have to sort of camp out all night that I'd better come and squeeze your bag,' says he.

"Do which, Uncle Remus?"asked the little boy.

"Go along, honey. Squeeze your bag. When cows don't get milked, their bag swells, and you can hear them a moanin' and a bellowin' just like they was getting hurted. That's what Brer Rabbit done. He assembled his family, he did, and he squeezed old Miss Cow's bag.

"Miss Cow, she stood there, she did, and she study and study, and strive for to break loose, but the horn done been jam in the tree so tight that it was way before day in the morning before she loose it. Anyhow it was during the night, and after she get loose, she sort of graze around, she did, for to justify her stomach she allowed, old Miss Cow did, that Brer Rabbit be hopping along that way for to see how she getting on, and she took and lay a trap for him; and just about sunrise, what did ole Miss Cow do but march up to the persimmon tree and stick her horn back in the hole? But bless your soul, honey, while she was cropping the grass she took one mouthful too many, 'cause when she hitch on to the persimmon tree again, Brer Rabbit was sitting in the fence corner a-watching her. Then Brer Rabbit he say to himself:

" 'Heyo,' says he, 'what this here going on now? Hold your horses, Sis Cow, until you hear me coming,' says he.

" 'And then he crept off down the fence, Brer Rabbit did, and by and by here he come -- lippity-clippity, clippity-lippity -- just a-sailing down the big road.

" 'Morning, Sis Cow,' says Brer Rabbit, says he, 'how you come on this morning?' says he.

" 'Poorly, Brer Rabbit, poorly,' says Miss Cow, says she. I ain't had no rest all night,' says she. 'I can't pull loose,' says she, 'but if you'll come and catch hold of my tail, Brer Rabbit,' says she, "I reckon maybe I can fetch my horn out,' says she. Then Brer Rabbit, he come up little closer, but he ain't getting too close.

" 'I expect I'm near enough, Sis Cow,' says Brer Rabbit, says he, "I'm a mighty puny man, and I might get trompled,' says he, 'You do the pulling, Sis Cow,' says he, 'and I'll do the grunting,' says he.

"Then Miss Cow, she pull out her horn, she did, and took after Brer Rabbit, and down the big road they had it, Brer Rabbit with his ears laid back, and Miss Cow with her head down, and her tail curled. Brer Rabbit kept on gaining, and by and by he dart in a briar-patch, and by the time Miss Cow come along he had his head sticking out, and his eyes look big as Miss Sally's china saucers.

" 'Heyo, Sis Cow! Where you going?' says Brer Rabbit, says he.

" 'Howdy Brer Rabbit Big-Eyes,' says Miss Cow, says she. 'Is you seen Brer Rabbit go by?'

" 'He just this minute pass,' says Brer Rabbit, says he, 'and he look mighty sick,' says he.

"And with that, Miss Cow took down he road like the dogs was after her, and Brer Rabbit, he just lay down there in the briar-patch and roll and laugh until his sides hurted him. He bleedzd (sic) FN 3 to laugh. Fox after him, Buzzard after him, and Cow after him, and they ain't catch him yet."

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FN 1 Pigeonwing - a fancy dance step, jump up and strike the legs together, "cut a pigeonwing" see ://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pigeonwing [is that hitting the heels together, to the side, as you jump up?] Relevance to the "buck and wing?" Apparently so- the pigeonwing was part of that Vaudeville - see://www.ehow.com/how_2105078_tap-dance-buck-wing.html.

FN 2 For comments on this group activity part of the story, see Hello, Fodder, Fodder in Literature, Brer Rabbit and Sis Cow. We hesitate to interrupt the enjoyment of the stories with issues of other relevance, so do visit there if you have an interest.

FN 3 "bleedzd" - first thought was a reference to tears, laugh until cry, for example; but looking it up, seems more like "forced to" [do a search for "bleedzd to"] in the sense of just had to laugh, or see "The Didactic Intention of Fables" at dialnet.unirioja.es/servlet/; or "bleedzd to be dat away" - and many other contects, see www.chatham.edu/pti/2004%20units/Introduction%20to%20Folktales/Pearlman%20unit.pdf -fichero_articulo?codigo=2541618&orden=0 -

VIII. TRANSLATION. Mr. Fox is "Outdone" by Mr. Buzzard

VIII

MR. FOX IS “OUTDONE” BY MR. BUZZARD

“If I don’t run into no mistakes,” remarked Uncle Remus, as the little boy came tripping in to see him after supper, “Mr. Turkey Buzzard was guarding the hollow where Brer Rabbit went in at, and which he came outen.”

The silence of the little boy verified the old man’s recollection.

“Well, Mr. Buzzard, he feel mighty lonesome, he did, but he done promised Brer Fox that he’d stay, and he determined for to sort of hang around and join in the joke. And he ain’t have to wait long, neither, ‘cause by and by here come Brer Fox galloping through the woods with his axe on his shoulder.

“ ‘How you expect Brer Rabbit getting’ on, Brer Buzzard’ says Brer Fox, says he. , ‘He mighty still, though, I expect he takin’ a nap,’ says he.

“ ‘Then I’m just in time for to wake him up,’ says Brer Fox, says he. And with that he fling off his coat, and spit in his hands, and grab the axe. Then he draw back and come down on the tree – pow! And every time he come down with the axe - pow! - Mr. Buzzard, he step high, he did, and holler out:

“ ‘Oh, he in there, Brer Fox. He in there, sure.’

“And every time a chip and fly off, Mr. Buzzard, he’d jump, and dodge, and hold his head sideways, he would, and holler:

“ ‘He in there, Brer Fox. I done heard him. He in there, sure.’

“And Brer Fox, he lamed away at that holler tree, he did, like a man mauling rails, til by and by, after he done got the tree most cut through, he stop for to catch his breath, and he saw Mr. Buzzard laughing behind his back, he did, and right then and there, without going any further, Brer Fox, he smelt a rat. Bur Mr. Buzzard, he kept on hollerin’:

“ ‘He in there, Brer Fox. He in there, sure. I done seen him.'

Then Brer Fox, he make like he peeping up the hollow, and he say, says he:

“ ‘Run here, Brer Buzzard, and look if this ain’t Brer Rabbit’s foot hanging down here.’

“And Mr. Buzzard, he come steppin’ up, he did, same as if he were treading on cockleburs, and he stick his head in the hole; and no sooner did he done that than Brer Fox grab him. Mr. Buzzard flapped his wings, and scramble ‘round right smartly, he did, but wasn’t no use. Brer Fox had the advantage of the grip, he did, and he held him right down to the ground. Then Mr. Buzzard squalled out, says he:

“ ‘Let me alone, Brer Fox. Turn me loose,’ says he; ‘Brer Rabbit will get out. You’re gettin’ close at him,’ says he, ‘and eleven more licks’ll fetch him,’ says he.

“ ‘I’m nearer to you, Brer Buzzard,’ says Brer Fox, says he, ‘than I’ll be to Brer Rabbit this day,’ says he. ‘What you fool me for?’ says he.

“ ‘Let me alone, Brer Fox,’ says Mr. Buzzard, says he; ‘my old woman waitin’ for me. Brer Rabbit is there,’ says he.

“ ‘There’s a bunch of his fur on that blackberry bush,’ says Brer Fox, says he, and that ain’t the way he come,’ says he.

“Then Mr. Buzzard up and tell Brer Fox how it was, and he allowed, Mr. Buzzard did, that Brer Rabbit was the lowdownest whatsisname what he ever run up with. Then Brer Fox, says he:

“ ‘That’s neither here nor there, Brer Buzzard,’ says he. ‘I left you for to watch this here hole, and I left Brer Rabbit in there. I comes back and I finds you at the hole and Brer Rabbit ain’t in there, says he. ‘I’m going to make you pay for it. I done been tampered with, until plumb down to the sap sucker will set on a log and sassy me. I’m going to fling you in a brush heap and burn you up, ‘ says he.

“ ‘If you fling me on the fire, Brer Fox, I’ll fly away,’ says Mr. Buzzard, says he,

“ ‘Well, then, I’ll settle your hash right now,’ says Brer Fox, says he, and with that he grab Mr. Buzzard by the tail, he did and made for to dash him against the ground’, but just about that time the tail feathers come out, and Mr. buzzard sail off like one of these here balloons, and as he rise, he holler back:

“ ‘You gimme good start, Brer Fox,’ says he, and Brer Fox sat there and watch him fly out of sight.”

“But what became of the Rabbit, Uncle Remus?” asked the little boy.

“Don’t you pester ‘longer Brer Rabbit, honey, and don’t you fret about him. You’ll hear where he went and how he come out. This here cold snap wrestles with my bones, now,” continued the old man, putting on his hat and picking up his walking-stick. “It wrestles with me monstrous, and I got to walk around and see if I can run up against some Christmas leavings.”

Sunday, March 9, 2008

VII. TRANSLATION. Mr. Fox Is Again Victimized

Please see first posts (archives now) for context, translation issues re the idiom, and cultural setting of the time - and the universality of Uncle Remus. Enjoy the original of this story at ://www.uncleremus.com/victimized.html. Our translation is from our 1928 "Uncle Remus."

VII.

MR. FOX IS AGAIN VICTIMIZED

When "Miss Sally's" little boy went to Uncle Remus the next night to hear the conclusion of the adventure in which the Rabbit made a riding-horse of the Fox to the great enjoyment and gratification of Miss Meadows and the girls, he found the old man in a bad humor.

"I ain't telliin' no tales ter bad chilluns," said Uncle Remus curtly.

"But, Uncle Remus, I ain't bad," said the little boy plaintively.

"Who dat chunkin' them chickens this morning? Who dat knockin' out folks' eyes with that Yellobammers sling just before dinner? Who dat siccin' that pointer puppy after my pig? Who dat scatterin' my ingun (sic) sets? FN 1. Who dat flingin' rocks on top of my house, which a little more than one of them would have dropped smack on my head?"

"Well, now, Uncle Remus, I didn't go to do it. I won't do so any more. Please, Uncle Remus, if you will tell me, I'll run to the house and bring you some tea-cakes.'

"Seein' 'em is better than hearing tell of 'em," replied the old man, the severity of his countenance relaxing somewhat; but the little boy darted out, and in a few minutes came running back with his pockets full and his hands full.

"I bet your mammy' will suspicion that the rats' stomachs is widening in this neighborhood when she come for to count up the cakes," said Uncle Remus, with a chuckle. 'These," he continued, dividing the cakes into two equal parts -- 'these I'll tackle now, and these I'll lay by for Sunday.

"Lemme see. I almost disremember whereabouts Brer Fox and Brer Rabbit was."

"The rabbit rode the fox to Miss Meadows's, and hitched him to the horse-rack," said the little boy.

"Why, course he did," said Uncle Remus. "Well, Brer Rabbit rode Brer Fox up, he did, and tied him to the rack, and then sat out in the piazza with the gals, smokin' his cigar with more proudness than what you most ever see. They talk, and they sing, and they play on the piano, the gals did, until by and by it come time for Brer Rabbit for to be gone, and he tell 'em all good-by, and strut out to the horse-rack same as if he was the king of the patrollers* FN 2 and then he mount Brer Fox and ride off.

"Brer Fox ain't saying nothing at all. He just rack off, he did, and keep his mouth shut, and Brer Rabbit knowed there was business cooking up for him, and he feel monstrous skittish. Brer Fox amble on until he get in the long lane, out of sight of Miss Meadows's house, and then he turn loose, he did. He rip and he rear, and he cuss, and he swear; he snort and he cavort. "

"What was he doing that for, Uncle Remus?" the little boy inquired.

"He was trying for to fling Brer Rabbit off of his back, bless your soul! But he just might as well have wrestled with his own shadow. Everytime he hump hisself, Brer Rabbit slap the spurs in him, and there they had it, up and down. Brer Fox fairly tore up the ground, he did, and he jump so high and he jump so quick that he mighty nigh snatch his own tail off. They kept on going on this way until by and by Brer Fox lay down and roll over, he did, and this sort of unsettled Brer Rabbit, but by the time Brer Fox got back on his footses again, Brer Rabbit was going through the underbrush more samer than a race-horse. Brer Fox he lit out after him, he did, and he push Brer Rabbit so close that it was about all he could do for to get in a hollow tree. Hole too little for Brer Fox to get in, and he had to lay down and rest and gather his mind together.

"While he was layin' there, Mr. Buzzard come floppin' along, and seeing Brer Fox stretch out on the ground, he lit in view of the premises. Then Mr. Buzzard sort of shake his wing, and put his head on one side, and say to hisself, says he:

" 'Brer Fox dead, and I so sorry,' says he.

" 'No, I ain't dead, neither,' says Brer Fox, says he. "I got old man Rabbit pent up in here,' says he, 'and I a-going to get him this time if it take until Christmas,' says he.

"Then, after some more palaver FN 3, Brer Fox made a bargain that Mr. Buzzard was to watch the hole, and keep Brer rabbie there, while Brer fox went after his axe. Then Brer Fox, he lope off, he did, and Mr. Buzzard, he took up his stand at the hole. By and by, when all get still, Brer Rabbit sort of scramble down close to the hole, he did, and holler out:

" 'Brer Fox! Oh! Brer Fox!'

"Brer Fox done gone, and nobody say nothing. Then Brer Rabbit squall out like he was mad; says he:

" 'You needn't talk less you want to,' says he; 'I knows you are there, and I ain't caring,' says he. 'I just want to tell you that I wish mighty bad Brer Turkey Buzzard was here,' says he.

"Then Mr. Buzzard try to talk like Brer Fox:

" 'What you want with Mr. Buzzard?' says he.

" 'Oh, nothing in particular, except there's the fattest gray squirrel in here that ever I see, ' says he, 'and if Brer Turkey Buzzard was around, he'd be mighty glad for to get him,' says he.

" 'How Mr. Buzzard going to get him?' says the Buzzard, says he.

" 'Well, there's a little hole round on the other side of the tree,' says Brer Rabbit, says he, 'and if Brer Turkey Buzzard was here so he could take up his stand there,' says he, I'd drive that squirrel out,' says he.

"Then Brer Rabbit kick up a racket, like her were driving something out, and Mr. Buzzard he rush around for to catch the squirrel, and Brer Rabbit, he dash out, he did, and he just fly for home."

At this point, Uncle Remus took one of the teacakes, held his head back, opened his mouth, dropped the cake in with a sudden motion, looked at the little boy with an expression of astonishment, and then closed his eyes, and begun to chew, mumbling as an accompaniment the plaintive tune of "Don't you Grieve atter Me." FN 4

The seance was over; but, before the little boy went into the "big house," Uncle Remus laid h8is rough hand tenderly on the child's shoulder, and remarked, in a confidential tone:

"Honey, you must get up soon Christmas morning and open the door, 'cause I'm going to bounce in on Master John and Miss Sally, and holler Christmas gift just like I used to during the farming days before the war, when old Miss was alive. I bound they don't forget the old n_____, neither. When you hear me callin' the pigs, honey, you just hop up and unfasten the door. I lay I'll give Master John one of these here surprise parties." FN 5

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FN 1. Ingun sets. Probably "Indian sets" for traps set by native Americans. These could be of twig and twine for smaller animals, see those and the larger arrangements at this Google Book, "Exploring the Outdoors with Indian Secrets," at ://books.google.com/books?id=efRiu1Wi-TAC&pg=PA27&lpg=PA27&dq=indian+traps&source=web&ots=miArHe62yL&sig=p_nDxbSY9XfXHKNKEjjxxVtVzRY&hl=en#PPA29,M1
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FN 2, text provided: "* Patrols. In the country districts, order was kept on the plantations at night by the knowledge that they were liable to be visited at any moment by the patrols. Hence, a song current among the negroes, the chorus of which was: Run, n____, run; patter-roller ketch you --Run, n____, run; hit's almos'day."
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FN 3. Palaver. A long "parley" (probably French, parler, to speak) between persons of different culture or sophistication, idle or misleading or beguiling. From the Portuguese, "palavra," word; or late Latin "parabola," or parable. See ://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/palaver. To flatter, cajole, see ://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2004/04/05.html
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FN 4. In 1880's 1890's and thereafter, the Fisk Jubilee Singers (Fisk University,Nashville Tenn. Originated to foster black students) performed did this, apparently, as "Don't Grieve After Me," see ://www.ibiblio.org/keefer/d07.htm#Dongrafm. Look it up by title. See them at ://www.mtsu.edu/~baustin/jubilee.htmlThen see later incarnations by Woody Guthrie at "Sally Don't You Grieve," at http://www.wku.edu/~smithch/MALVINA/mr146.htm. The Fisk University Jubilee Singers are still in force. See ://www.fiskjubileesingers.org/

So, Uncle Remus, in knowing this song, was well aware that blacks were finally getting educational opportunities? he knew of Fisk? Can we deduce that?
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FN 5. Uncle Remus here shows his "other" side - the assertive side. He is the one now egging the child on to mischief, after criticizing the child's own mischief in the beginning. Now, read carefully what Remus says he did when Miss Sally's mother was alive - and remember that this was when he was a slave. He says that he used to barge in the bedroom of Miss Sally's mother on Christmas Morning with a cheery "Christmas gift" hollered out [what gift?].

And he plans to do that now, using the little boy to open the house door, and with Miss Sally and her husband, Master John. Think about that. This is no obeisant "darky" - this person has chutzpa, and possibly even an ax to grind:

Uncle Remus says--"I bound they don't forget the old n_____, neither. When you hear me callin' the pigs, honey, you just hop up and unfasten the door. I lay I'll give Master John one of these here surprise parties."

He sure will. And it will be a surprise. Nobody can get him now, right? And why is "Miss Sally" in quotations in the first sentence? She would have been a child when Uncle Remus was making his Christmas "gifts" to old Miss Sally. What tone of voice is there in the quotations around "Miss Sally" now - that he knew her as a child, and only goes so far to acknowledge she is now in charge?

Does he like Master John?? Sounds not. You decide. We sense a power play, a come-uppance, and - again- the plantation tale and teller as subverting in their own way a social order that orders them about. Imagine Master John's face. Especially if he and Miss Sally were in the middle on early Christmas morning. What would Master John be thinking. What could he do. He's been had. Uncle Remus wins - outfoxes the Master Fox. And leaves for another day, free as a breeze.

Read these stories closely. There is a whole world of plantation culture in there.