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Updated: June 14, 2025
I swung around it I was travelin' at a good clip and come facin' up an old she b'ar which riz up on her hind laigs an' said: 'How-d'-do, Jerry Todd! jest as plain as ever a bear spoke in its e-tar-nal life!
Here Uncle Remus paused, opened wide his mouth and closed it again in a way that told the whole story. *1 "Did the Fox eat the bird all all up?" asked the little boy. "Jedge B'ar come long nex' day," replied Uncle Remus, "en he fine some fedders, en fum dat word went roun' dat ole man Squinch Owl done kotch nudder watzizname."
In a big town like this, full uv Spaniards an' Frenchmen an' Injuns an' niggers an' mixed breeds, an' the Lord knows what, you can never tell nuth'in' 'bout nobody, 'cept that he says what he don't believe, an' that he ain't what he is. "I guess I'm in love more with the big woods than ever. Thar things is what they is. A buffaler don't pretend to be a b'ar.
"You kin gimme denial," Uncle Remus continued after a little pause, "but des ez sho' ez you er settin' dar, w'en Brer B'ar slick'd up en flew down dat rock, he break off he tail right smick-smack-smoove, en mo'n dat, w'en he make his disappear'nce up de big road, Brer Rabbit holler out: "'Brer B'ar! O Brer B'ar! I year tell dat flaxseed poultices is mighty good fer so' places!
"That's over yon, on the North Ridge," said the ostler, "about two miles as the crow flies and five by the trail. Somebody's shootin' b'ar." "Not with a shot gun," said Clinch, quickly wheeling his horse with a gesture that electrified them. "It's THEM, and the've doubled on us! To the North Ridge, gentlemen, and ride all you know!"
One day, as they watched him rolling head over heels in riotous glee, Kellyan remarked to his friend: "I'm afraid some one will happen on him an' shoot him in the woods for a wild B'ar." "Then why don't you ear-mark him with them thar new sheep-rings?" was the sheep-man's suggestion.
One on 'em'd sit down in front of that there, and howl all day and all night before he'd make up his mind to scratch at the brush." "How'd he guess at a trap?" "Oh, they're laid on kind o' reg'lar, and he'd smell the b'ar too, and he'd know it was somethin' more than ordinary. There's jest one thing they ain't cunnin' enough for, and that's a rifle-bullet.
I was so scar't that I didn't know then whether she had missed me or was chawin' of me. I felt I was pretty numb like below my waist. And how I did stretch up that tree! No wonder I growed tall after that day," said Jerry, shaking his head. "I stretched ev'ry muscle in my carcass, Miss I surely did! "There was that ol she b'ar, on her hind legs and a-roarin' at me like the Mr.
He ain't vis'ble none; he's higher up an' the leaves an' bresh hides him. I goes on till I'm twenty foot from the ground; then I looks up ag'in, "'Gents, it ain't no coon; it's a b'ar, black as paint an' as big as a baggage wagon.
What had become of Stackpole the lad knew not, but had no doubt, as he added, with a knowing look, "that Lynch's boys would soon give a good account of him; for Major Smalleye war as mad as a beaten b'ar about the two-y'ar-old pony." "Well," said the father, "I reckon the brute will deserve all he may come by; and thar's no use in mourning him.
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