Bypaths in Dixie: Folk Tales of the South — John Shaqi
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
"Sis' Cat tell him: 'You des heah de breakin' up uv Miss Race Hoss's
party! Dat's whut you heah! Brer Bar act so outlashus we des hatt'r 'buse
him an' run him off!'
"Mist'r Rattlesnake set an' look at Sis' Cat er minit, 'caze yer see he
ain' wake' up good yit. Den he lick out es tongue an' say: 'Sis' Cat, you
sholy ain' th'owin' erway no fren's is yer? I knows I ain' got narry
single fren' an' I knows you got pow'ful few yo'se'f! 'Pears ter me yer
better g'long an' eat up dem words you sed ter Brer Bar!' Den he lick out
his tongue ergin an' go on back ter baid.
"Sis' Cat set right dar an' study, she do! Den she make up her mind ter
take Mist'r Rattlesnake' 'vice. She slunk eroun' sorter soft an' sneakin'
like thu de woods tell she come ter Brer Bar's house. She bum! bum! on de
do' an' Brer Bar ax, 'Who dat?'
"She say: 'Sis' Cat.'
"'Is you Sis' Wile Cat er Sis' Tabby Cat?' ax Brer Bar.
"'Sis' Tabby Cat.'
"'You'se at de wrong do', Sis' Tabby Cat,' sez Brer Bar.
"Sis' Cat start ter cryin': 'Oh! Brer Bar! Brer Bar! _please_ lemme come
in! I'm mos' dead, Brer Bar!'
"Brer Bar say: 'You bett'r git erway fum hyah, Sis' Cat, 'caze I'm li'ble
ter eat enythin' I lays my paws on! I nuv'r had ernuf ter eat at de party,
an' I ain' pervide m' fambly wid nuthin' ter eat, an' we'se all s' hungry
dat we'se dangus', Sis' Cat!'
"Sis' Cat keep on cryin': 'I know'd dat Brer Bar;--I know'd you an' yo'
fambly was hongry, an' dat's howcum I ter come, Brer Bar! I come ter tell
you whar some good vit'als was des waitin' fur yer!'
"When Brer Bar hear dat, he sorter crack de do' an' poke his nose thu:
'Sis' Tabby Cat,' he say, 'you smells good ernuf ter eat yo'se'f!'
"Sis' Cat mos' skeerd ter death when she heah dat, an' she mos' die when
she feel Brer Bar's mouf dreanin' an' drippin' on her back; so she stop'
cryin' an' sorter back off kinder easy like an' tell Brer Bar dat Ned Dog
got de fattes' Billy Goat he ev'r seed; an' ef he'd come down ter de ole
sweet-gum tree in Mist'r Man's pastur' 'bout dark, she'd have him er
whole tree full er honey, an' de Billy Goat, too!"
Willis's lips began to tremble. He suddenly left his place among the
children and falling on Phyllis's breast, sobbed aloud.
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