Bypaths in Dixie: Folk Tales of the SouthCocke, Sarah Johnson
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Bypaths in Dixie: Folk Tales of the South
Cocke, Sarah Johnson
African Americans -- Folklore; Short stories; Southern States -- Fiction; Tales -- Southern States
"He ain't got nuthin' ter do wid dat, 'caze de Lawd done already name him
Billy. Well, when Billy Goat look' at his feed, an' Ned Dog look' at his
vit'als, dey bofe feels mouty proud, 'ceptin' dey don't seem ter make out
howcum it ain't mix'd tergether; so Billy he take an' run over an' try
ter eat bones an' meat, an' Ned he run ter Billy's box an' try ter eat hay
an' bran mash; an' dey keep on tryin' ter eat one nuthers vit'als long es
dey live'. Pres'ntly, Billy grow so big dat he 'gun ter grazin' roun'
'mongst de flow'rs an' grass, an' I speck he run in de house sumtimes,
too, but it 'pears dat flow'r buds tas'e mo' nicer ter 'im dan grass; so
Mister Man's old lady 'gun ter quoil an' mirate an' tell him, 'You des got
ter tetter dat goat!'"
"I don't want 'im ter tetter Billy!" exclaimed the child, and his brown
eyes filled with tears.
"Pshaw, boy, er tetter ain't nuthin' ter hu't nobody! It's des er rope you
ties roun' de horns er beastes an' de uther een' you ties ter er stob in
de groun'! Well, when Billy find 'esse'f tied ter dat rope so he can't go
in de house and can't go in de flow'r gyarden, he des cry an' cry. Ned Dog
try ter stay wid 'im much es he kin; but when he see Mister Man an' de
little boy settin' off down de road on Miss Race Hoss an' de little colt,
his foots des nachelly go bookety! bookety! b'hime 'im 'd'out knowin' it.
His heart tell him ter g'long back an' stay wid Billy, but his foots say
dey ain't er gwine do no sich er thing. 'Cose he cudn't hep 'esse'f ef his
foots 'fuse ter take 'im home. Atter while, when he gits back, Billy done
cry 'esse'f plum sick. He say he don't see howcum he tied up an' Ned Dog
ain't; an' Ned Dog say he don't neether; 'caze you see Ned think Billy's
er dog an' Billy think 'esse'f er dog, too. Dat's de way wid some fokes.
Heap uv 'em thinks dey's big dogs when dey ain't nuthin' but er old
goat!" Mammy concluded with emphasis.
"Go on, Mammy," demanded Willis, pushing her hand off of the curl she was
trying to straighten.
"Ain't dat ernuf? I done prove' you kin make er goat outen dat Noah's ark
dog."
"Yes, but I want the little boy ter let Billy loose."
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