Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 222 pages of information about Uncle Remus, his songs and his sayings.

“No,” replied the policeman, reflectively.  “No, I believe not.  Have you heard of any?”

“‘Pears unter me dat I come mighty nigh gittin’ some news bout dat size, an’ dat’s w’at I’m a huntin’ fer.  Bekaze ef dey er foun’ a stray nigger layin’ ‘roun’ loose, wid ’is bref gone, den I wanter go home an’ git my brekfus’ an’ put on some clean cloze, an’ ’liver myse’f up ter wunner deze yer jestesses er de peace, an git a fa’r trial.”

“Why, have you killed anybody?”

“Dat’s w’at’s I’m a ‘quirin’ inter now, but I wouldn’t be sustonished ef I ain’t laid a nigger out some’rs on de subbubs.  Hit’s done got so it’s agin de law fer ter bus’ loose an’ kill a nigger, ain’t it, boss?”

“Well, I should say so.  You don’t mean to tell me that you have killed a colored man, do you?”

“I speck I is, boss.  I speck I done gone an’ done it dis time, sho.’  Hit’s bin sorter growin’ on me, an’ it come ter a head dis mawnin’, ‘less my name ain’t Remus, an’ dat’s w’at dey bin er callin’ me sence I wuz ole er ’nuff fer ter scratch myse’f wid my lef’ han’.”

“Well, if you’ve killed a man, you’ll have some fun, sure enough.  How was it?”

“Hit wuz dis way, boss:  I wuz layin’ in my bed dis mawnin’ sorter ruminatin’ ‘roun’, when de fus news I know’d I year a fus’ ’mong de chickens, an’ den my brissels riz.  I done had lots er trubble wid dem chickens, an’ w’en I years wun un um squall my ve’y shoes comes ontied.  So I des sorter riz up an’ retch fer my ole muskit, and den I crope out er de back do’, an’ w’atter you reckin I seed?”

“I couldn’t say.”

“I seed de biggest, blackest nigger dat you ever laid eyes on.  He shined like de paint on ‘im was fresh.  He hed done grabbed fo’ er my forwardes’ pullets.  I crope up nigh de do’, an’ hollered an’ axed ‘im how he wuz a gittin’ on, an’ den he broke, an’ ez he broke I jammed de gun in de small er his back and banged aloose.  He let a yell like forty yaller cats a courtin’, an’ den he broke.  You ain’t seed no nigger hump hisse’f like dat nigger.  He tore down de well shelter and fo’ pannils er fence, an’ de groun’ look like wunner deze yer harrycanes had lit dar and fanned up de yeath.”

“Why, I thought you killed him?”

“He bleedzed ter be dead, boss.  Ain’t I put de gun right on ’im?  Seem like I feel ’im give way w’en she went off.”

“Was the gun loaded?”

“Dat’s w’at my ole ‘oman say.  She had de powder in dar, sho’, but I disremember wedder I put de buckshot in, er wedder I lef’ um out.  Leas’ways, I’m gwineter call on wunner deze yer jestesses.  So long, boss.”


“BRER REMUS, is you heern tell er deze doin’s out yer in de udder eend er town?” asked a colored deacon of the church the other day.

“W’at doin’s is dat, Brer Ab?”

“Deze yer signs an’ wunders whar dat cullud lady died day ‘fo’ yistiddy.  Mighty quare goin’s on out dar, Brer Remus, sho’s you bawn.”

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