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8: Uncle Remus's Wonder Story. Text Source: Daddy Jake, The Runaway by Joel Chandler Harris. Online at Hathi Trust. I have removed the frame material and standardized the spelling; click here for notes to the story. One time, 'way back yonder, when the moon was lots bigger than what she is now, there was a old Witch-Wolf living 'way off in the swamp, and this here old Witch-Wolf was up to to all sorts of contrariness. Look like she was cross-ways with the whole of creation. When she weren't doing devilment, she was studying up devilment. She had a mighty way, the old Witch-Wolf did, that when she get hungry she'd change herself to be a woman. She could just shut her eye and smack her mouth, and instead of being a big black wolf, with long claws and green eye-balls, she'd come to be the likeliest looking gal that you most ever seed. It seem like she love to eat folks, but 'fore she can eat 'em she had to marry 'em; and when she take a notion, she just change herself to be a likely looking gal, and sails in and get married. Then when she do that, she just take and change herself back to be a wolf, and eat 'em up raw. Go where you can, and where you might, and yet I don't expect you can find any worse critter than what this old Witch-Wolf was. Well, sir, at the same time when this old Witch-Wolf going on this away, there was a man living in the neighborhood what she took a mighty notion for to marry. The man had land, but she ain't wanting the land; the man had horses, but she ain't wanting the horses; the man had cows, but she ain't wanting the cows. She just naturally want the man hisself, 'cause he mighty fat and nice. She want to marry him, and eat him up. Well, then, when she get everything good and ready, she just took and back her ears, and bat her eyes, and smack her mouth, and there she was — a likely young gal! She up and got to the looking-glass, she did, and singe her hair with the curling-tongs, and tie ribbons on her clothes, and fix up her beau-catchers. She look nice, fit to kill now. Then she took and pass by the man house, and look back and snicker, and hold her head on one side, and sort of shake out her clothes, and put her hand up for to see if the hairpins in their place. She pass by this away lots of times, and by and by the man caught a glimpse of her; and no sooner is he do this than she wave her handkerchief. The man he watch her and watch her, and by and by, after she kept on whipping by, he come out and hail her. And then she took and stop, and nibble at her fan and fumble with her handkerchief, and they took and stand there, they did, and pass the time of day. After that the sun never riz and sat without she hold some confab with the man; and it weren't long 'fore the man took a notion that she the very gal for a wife, what he been a-hunting for. With that they just got right down to old-fashion courting. They'd laugh, they'd giggle, they'd dispute, they'd pout. And the old Witch Wolf make sure she was going to get the man; let alone that, the man he make sure he was going to get the gal. Yet the man he held back, and if the Witch-Wolf hadn't've been afeared she'd drop the fat in the fire, she'd've just come right out and pop the question then and there. But the man he held back and held back, and by and by he say to hisself, he did, that he expect he better make some inquirements about this here gal. Yet who shall he go to? He study and study, and after while it come across he mind that he better go and ask old Judge Rabbit about her, being as he been living 'round there a mighty long time. Old Judge Rabbit, done got old in age and gray in the mind. He done sober up and settle down, and I let you know there weren't many folks in them diggings but what went to old Judge Rabbit when they get in trouble. So the man he went to Judge Rabbit house and rap at the door. Judge Rabbit, he allow, he did, "Who that?" Man he up and respond, "It's me." Then Judge Rabbit begin to talk like one of these here town lawyers. He allow, he did, "Mighty short name for grown man. Gimme the full entitlements." Man he give 'em to him, and then old Judge Rabbit open the door and let him in. They sat there by the fire, they did, till by and by it weren't long 'fore the man begun to tell him about this here great gal what he been courting along with. (image source) By and by Judge Rabbit ask him, says he, "What this here great gal name?" Man he allow, "Mizzle-Mazzle." Judge Rabbit look at the man sort of like he taking pity on him, and then he took he cane and make a mark in the ashes. Then he ask the man how old is this here great gal. Man told him; Judge Rabbit make another mark in the ashes. Then he ask the man is she got cat eyes. Man sort of study about this, but he say he expect she is. Judge Rabbit make another mark. Then he ask is her ears peaked at the top. Man allow he disremember, but he expect they is. Judge Rabbit make another mark in the ashes. Then he ask is she got yellow hair. Man say she is. Judge Rabbit make another mark. Then he ask is her tooths sharp. Man say they is. Judge Rabbit make another mark. After he done ask all this, Judge Rabbit got up, he did, and went across the room to the looking-glass. When he see hisself in there, he took and shut one eye, s-l-o-w. Then he sat down and leant back in the chair, and allow, says he, "I done had the idea in my head that old Mizzle-Mazzle done move out of the country, and yet here she is galloping 'round just as natural as a dead pig in the sunshine!" Man look astonished, but he ain't say nothing. Judge Rabbit keep on talking. "You ain't never been trouble with no trouble yet, but if you want to be troubled with trouble that's double and treble trouble, you just go and marry old Mizzle-Mazzle," says he. "You needn't to believe me less and you want to," says he. "Just go along and marry her," says he. Man he look scared. He up and allow, he did, "What the name of goodness I going do?" Old Judge Rabbit look solemncholy. "You got any cows?" says he. Man say he got plenty of 'em. "Well, then," says old Judge Rabbit, says he, "ask her if she can keep house. She'll say yes-sir. Ask her if she can cook. She'll say yes-sir. Ask her if she can scour. She'll say yes-sir. Ask her if she can wash clothes. She'll say yes-sir. Ask her if she can milk the red cow. Then see what she say." Man, he allow, he did, that he mighty much obliged to old Judge Rabbit, and with that he make he bow and took he leave. He went home, he did, and when he get there, sure enough there was this here nice-looking gal a-promenading up and down the road, and shaking her handkerchief. Man, he hail her, he did, and ask her how she come on. She allow she pretty well, and how do he do. Man say he feeling sort of poorly. Then she up and ask him what the matter. Man say he expect he feel poorly 'cause he so powerful lonesome. Then this here nice-looking gal, she ask him what make he so powerful lonesome. Man he say he expect he so powerful lonesome 'cause he want to marry. Time the man come out so flat-footed about marrying, the gal, she begun to work with her fan, and chaw at her handkerchief. Then, after while, she up and ask him who he want to marry. Man allow he ain't no ways particular, 'cause he just want somebody for to take care of the house when he gone, and for to sit down by the fire, and keep him company when he at home. Then he up and ask the gal can she keep house. The gal she allow, "Yes sir!" Then he ask her if she can cook. She allow, "Yes sir!" Then he ask her if she can scour. She allow, "Yes sir!" Then he ask her if she can wash clothes. She allow, "Yes sir!" Then he ask her if she can milk the red cow. With that she flung up her hands, and fetched a squall that make the man jump. "Lord!" says she; "does you expect I'm a-going to let that cow hook me?" Man, he say the cow just as gentle as a dog. "Does you expect I'm a-going to let that cow kick me crank-sided?" says she. Man, he allow, he did, that the cow won't kick, but that there gal she took and make more excuses than there is frogs in the spring branch, but by and by she say she can try. But she allow that first 'fore she try that she'll show him how she can keep house. So the next morning here she come, and I let you know she sailed in there, and set that house to rights 'fore some women folks can tun 'round. Man, he say, he did, that she do that mighty nice. Next day, the gal set in and got dinner. Man say, he did, that there ain't nobody what can beat that dinner. Next day, she set in and scoured, and she make that floor shine same as a looking-glass. Man, he say there ain't nobody in that neighborhoods can beat that scouring. Next day, she come for to milk the red cow, and the man, he allow to hisself, he did, that he going to see what make she don't like to milk that cow. The gal come, she did, and get the milk-piggin, and scald it out, and then she start for the cow-lot. Man, he crept along after the gal for to watch her. Gal went on, and when she come to the lot there was the red cow standing in the fence-corner walloping her cud. Gal, she sort of shook the gate, she did, and holler, "Sook, cow! Sook, cow!" Cow, she perten up at that, 'cause she know when folks call her that a-way, she going to come in for a bucket of slops. She perten up, the red cow did, and start towards the gate, but, gentlemens! Time she smell that gal, she begun a bleat like she smell blood, and pawed the ground and shook her head just like she fixing for to make fight. Man, he allow to hisself that this here kind of business mighty curious, and he keep on watching. Gal, she open the gate, but instead of the cow making fight, she begun to buck. Gal, she say, "So, cow! So, cow, so!" but the cow she hoist her tail in the elements, and run 'round that lot like the dogs was after her. Gal, she follow on, and it sort of look like she going to get the cow hemmed up in a corner, but the cow ain't got no notion of this, and by and by she whirl and make a plunge at the gal, and if the gal hadn't've leaped the fence quick as she did the cow would've got her. As she leaped the fence, the man seed her foots, and, lo and beholds, they was wolf foots! Man, he holler out, "You ought to wear shoes when you come a-milking the red cow!" and with that, the old Witch-Wolf give a twist, and fetched a yell, and made a disappearance in the elements. It ain't no use! They may fool folks, but cows knows wild critters by their smell.
Joel Chandler Harris (December 9, 1848 - July 3, 1908) was an American journalist, fiction writer, and folklorist best known for his collection of Uncle Remus stories. Harris was born in Eatonton, Georgia, where he served as an apprentice on a plantation during his teenage years. He spent the majority of his adult life in Atlanta working as an associate editor at the Atlanta Constitution. Harris led two professional lives: as the editor and journalist known as Joe Harris, he supported a vision of the New South with the editor Henry W. Grady (1880-1889), stressing regional and racial reconciliation after the Reconstruction era. As Joel Chandler Harris, fiction writer and folklorist, he wrote many 'Brer Rabbit' stories from the African-American oral tradition and helped to revolutionize literature in the process.Joel Chandler Harris was born in Eatonton, Georgia in 1848 to Mary Ann Harris, an Irish immigrant. His father, whose identity remains unknown, abandoned Mary Ann and the infant shortly after his birth. The parents had never married; the boy was named Joel after his mother's attending physician, Dr. Joel Branham. Chandler was the name of his mother's uncle.Harris remained self-conscious of his illegitimate birth throughout his life.A prominent physician, Dr. Andrew Reid, gave the Harris family a small cottage to use behind his mansion. Mary Harris worked as a seamstress and helped neighbors with their gardening to support herself and her son. She was an avid reader and instilled in her son a love of language: "My desire to write-to give expression to my thoughts-grew out of hearing my mother read The Vicar of Wakefield."Dr. Reid also paid for Harris' school tuition for several years. In 1856, Joe Harris briefly attended Kate Davidson's School for Boys and Girls, but transferred to Eatonton School for Boys later that year. He had an undistinguished academic record and a habit of truancy. Harris excelled in reading and writing, but was mostly known for his pranks, mischief, and sense of humor. Practical jokes helped Harris cloak his shyness and insecurities about his red hair, Irish ancestry, and illegitimacy, leading to both trouble and a reputation as a leader among the older boys. | Author: Joel Chandler Harris | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform | Publication Date: Sep 29, 2016 | Number of Pages: 70 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1539134253 | ISBN-13: 9781539134251
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Uncle Remus tells these 11 stories but to the son of the original "little boy" who is visiting his grandmother on the plantation. As always Uncle Remus can be relied upon to provide funny and pointed insight into human personalities through his story telling. These were all published in the Uncle Remus magazine from 1905 and 1906 and gathered together in this book by the author. (Summary by Phil Chenevert) Joel Chandler Harris (December 9, 1848 - July 3, 1908) was an American journalist, fiction writer, and folklorist best known for his collection of Uncle Remus stories. Harris was born in Eatonton, Georgia, where he served as an apprentice on a plantation during his teenage years. He spent the majority of his adult life in Atlanta working as an associate editor at the Atlanta Constitution. | Author: Joel Chandler Harris | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform | Publication Date: Mar 19, 2016 | Number of Pages: 56 pages | Language: English | Binding: Paperback | ISBN-10: 1530624266 | ISBN-13: 9781530624263
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