Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

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Author: Joel Chandler Harris

VIII
MR. FOX IS "OUTDONE" BY MR. BUZZARD

"EF I don’t run inter no mistakes," remarked Uncle Remus, as the little boy came tripping in to see him after supper, "Mr. Tukkey
Buzzard wuz gyardin’ de holler whar Brer Rabbit went in at, en w’ich he come out un."

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

"Well, Mr. Buzzard, he feel mighty lonesome, he did, but he done prommust Brer Fox dat he’d stay, en he ’termin’ fer ter sorter hang
’roun’ en jine in de joke. En he ain’t hatter wait long, nudder, kase bimeby yer come Brer Fox gallopin’ thoo de woods wid his axe on his shoulder.

"’How you speck Brer Rabbit gittin’ on, Brer Buzzard?’ sez Brer
Fox, sezee.

"’Oh, he in dar,’ sez Brer Buzzard, sezee. ’He mighty still, dough. I
speck he takin’ a nap,’ sezee.

"’Den I’m des in time fer ter wake im up, sez Brer Fox, sezee. En wid dat he fling off his coat, en spit in his han’s, en grab de axe.
Den he draw back en come down on de tree-pow! En eve’y time he come down wid de axe-pow!-Mr. Buzzard, he step high, he did, en holler out:

"’Oh, he in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho.’

"En eve’y time a chip ud fly off, Mr. Buzzard, he’d jump, en dodge,
en hole his head sideways, he would, en holler:

"’He in dar, Brer Fox. I done heerd ’im. He in dar, sho.’

"En Brer Fox, he lammed away at dat holler tree, he did, like a man maulin’ rails, twel bimeby, atter he done got de tree mos’ cut thoo, he stop fer ter ketch his bref, en he seed Mr. Buzzard laughin’
behime his back, he did, en right den en dar, widout gwine enny fudder, Brer Fox, he smelt a rat. But Mr. Buzzard, he keep on holler’n:

"’He in dar, Brer Fox. He in dar, sho. I done seed ’im.’

"Den Brer Fox, he make like he peepin’ up de holler, en he say,
sezee:

"’Run yer, Brer Buzzard, en look ef dis ain’t Brer Rabbit’s foot hanging down yer.’

"En Mr. Buzzard, he come steppin’ up, he did, same ez ef he wer treddin’ on kurkle-burs, en he stick his head in de hole; en no sooner did he done dat dan Brer Fox grab ’im. Mr. Buzzard flap his wings, en scramble ’roun’ right smartually, he did, but ’twant no use. Brer Fox had de ’vantage er de grip, he did, en he hilt ’im right down ter de groun’. Den Mr. Buzzard squall out, sezee:

"’Lemme ’lone, Brer Fox. Tu’n me loose,’ sezee; ’Brer Rabbitil git out. Youer gittin’ close at ’in, sezee, ’en leb’m mo’ licks’ll fetch ’im,’
sezee.

"’I’m nigher ter you, Brer Buzzard,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee, ’dan Ill be ter Brer Rabbit dis day,’ sezee. ’Wa’t you fool me fer?’ sezee.

"’Lemme lone, Brer Fox,’ sez Mr. Buzzard, sezee; my ole ’oman waitin’ fer me. Brer Rabbit in dar,’ sezec.

"’Dar’s a bunch er his fur on dat black-be’y bush,’ sez Brer Fox,
sezee, ’en dat ain’t de way he come, sezee.

"Den Mr. Buzzard up’n tell Brer Fox how ’twuz, en he low’d, Mr.
Buzzard did, dat Brer Rabbit wuz de lowdownest w’atsizname w’at he ever run up wid. Den Brer Fox say, sezee:

Dat’s needer here ner dar, Brer Buzzard,’ sezee. ’I lef’ you yer fer ter watch dish yere hole, en I lef’ Brer Rabbit in dar. I comes back en I
fines you at de ’ole en Brer Rabbit ain’t in dar,’ sezee. ’I’m gwineter make you pay fer’t. I done bin tampered wid twel plum’ down ter de sap sucker’ll set on a log en sassy me. I’m gwinter fling you in a bresh-heap en burn you up,’ sezee.

"’Ef you fling me on der fier, Brer Fox, I’ll fly ’way,’ sez Mr.
Buzzard, sezee.

"’Well, den, I’ll settle yo’ hash right now,’ sez Brer Fox, sezee, en wid dat he grab Mr. Buzzard by de tail, he did, en make fer ter dash ’im ’gin de groun’, but des ’bout dat time de tail fedders come out, en Mr. Buzzard sail off like one er dese yer berloons; en ez he riz, he holler back:

"’You gimme good start, Brer Fox,’ sezee, en Brer Fox sot dar en watch ’im fly outer sight."

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

"Don’t you pester longer Brer Rabbit, honey, en don’t you fret ’bout
’im. You’ll year whar he went en how he come out. Dish yer cole snap rastles wid my bones, now, coutmued the old man, putting on his hat and picking up his walking-stick. "Hit rastles wid me monstus, en I gotter rack ’roun’ en see if I kin run up agin some
Chris’mus leavin’s."

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Chicago: Joel Chandler Harris, "VIII Mr. Fox Is Outdone by Mr. Buzzard," Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings (New York: George E. Wood, 1850), Original Sources, accessed August 10, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4TJNJKCH3FWTU1M.

MLA: Harris, Joel Chandler. "VIII Mr. Fox Is "Outdone" by Mr. Buzzard." Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, New York, George E. Wood, 1850, Original Sources. 10 Aug. 2022. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4TJNJKCH3FWTU1M.

Harvard: Harris, JC, 'VIII Mr. Fox Is "Outdone" by Mr. Buzzard' in Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings. cited in 1850, Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 10 August 2022, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4TJNJKCH3FWTU1M.