Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

Author: Joel Chandler Harris

IX. In the Role of a Tartar

A CHARLESTON negro who was in Atlanta on the Fourth of July made a mistake. He saw Uncle Remus edging his way through the crowd, and thought he knew him.

"Howdy, Daddy Ben?" the stranger exclaimed. "I tink I nubber see you no mo’. Wey you gwan? He hot fer true, ain’t he?"

"Daddy who?" asked Uncle Remus, straightening himself up with dignity. "W’ich?"

"I know you in Charrson, an’ den in Sewanny. I spec I dun grow away from ’membrance."

"You knowed me in Charlstun, and den in Savanny?"

"He been long time, ain’t he, Daddy Ben?"

"Dat’s w’at’s a pesterin’ un me. How much you reckon you know’d me?"

"He good while pas’; when I wer’ pickaninny. He long time ago. Wey you gwan, Daddy Ben?"

"W’at does you season your recollection wid fer ter make it hole on so?" inquired the old man.

"I dunno. He stick hese’f. I see you comm’ ’long ’n I say ’Dey Daddy Ben.’ I tink I see you no mo’, an’ I shaky you by de han’. Wey you gwan? Dey no place yer wey we git wine?"

Uncle Remus stared at the strange darkey curiously for a moment, and then he seized him by the arm.

"Come yer, son, whar dey ain’t no folks an’ lemme drap some Jawjy ’intment in dem years er yone. Youer mighty fur ways fum home, an’ you wanter be a lookin’ out fer yo’se’f. Fus and fo’mus, youer thumpin’ de wrong watermillion. Youer w’isslin’ up de wrong chube. I ain’t tromped roun’ de country much. I ain’t bin to Charlstun an’ needer is I tuck in Savanny; but you couldn’t rig up no game on me dat I wouldn’t tumble on to it de minit I laid my eyeballs on you. W’en hit come to dat I’m ole man Tumbler, fum Tumblersville-I is dat. Hit takes one er deze yer full-blooded w’ite men fur ter trap my jedgment. But w’en a nigger comes a jabberin’ ’roun’ like he got a mouf full er rice straw, he ain’t got no mo’ chance long side er me dan a sick sparrer wid a squinch-owl. You gutter travel wid a circus ’fo’ you gits away wid me. You better go long an’ git yo’ kyarpet-sack and skip de town. Youer de freshest nigger w’at I seen yit."

The Charleston negro passed on just as a police-man’ came up.

"Boss, you see dat smart Ellick?"

"Yes, what’s the matter with him?"

"He’s one er deze yer scurshun niggers from Charistun. I seed you a stannin’ over agin de cornder yander, an’ ef dat nigger’d a drawd his monty kyards on me, I wuz a gwineter holler fer you. Would youer come, boss?"

"Why, certaiuly, Uncle Remus."

"Dat’s w’at I lowd. Little more’n he’d a bin aboard er de wrong waggin. Dat’s Wat he’d a bin."


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Chicago: Joel Chandler Harris, "IX. In the Role of a Tartar," Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, trans. Garnett, Constance Black, 1862-1946 in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings (London: Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, 1920), Original Sources, accessed March 22, 2019, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CKCPX4S5E1PQ5XI.

MLA: Harris, Joel Chandler. "IX. In the Role of a Tartar." Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, translted by Garnett, Constance Black, 1862-1946, in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, London, Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, 1920, Original Sources. 22 Mar. 2019. www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CKCPX4S5E1PQ5XI.

Harvard: Harris, JC, 'IX. In the Role of a Tartar' in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, trans. . cited in 1920, Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange, London. Original Sources, retrieved 22 March 2019, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=CKCPX4S5E1PQ5XI.