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"Why just Noah; that old stiff I mean that good man who was saved for seed, when the overflow came, and who's the great gran'daddy of all the niggers." "Is it possible that the church is retailing that wretched old myth which my Hebrew fathers borrowed of the barbarians. Noah? There was no such man.
But Li'l' Hannibal got away from them all right. He crawled under the fence and ran across the cotton field and there in the door of the cabin was his gran'daddy with a lantern. His gran'daddy had been out looking for Li'l' Hannibal. "Why, Li'l' Hannibal, where you been all day?" asked his gran'daddy.
Li'l' Hannibal sat down by the side of the road and he took off his straw hat to fan himself, for he felt quite warm, and he said: "I done run away, Br'er Possum. My gran'mammy and my gran'daddy kep' me totin', totin' for them all the time. I doesn't like to work, Br'er Possum." "Po' Li'l' Hannibal!" said the Possum, sitting up and scratching himself. "Any special place you boun' for?"
Mebbe when she gits of age, an' wants to marry some harum-scarum boy, she won't think so bad of her gran'daddy." It was an unpleasantly warm morning, and the thick, black shade of an umbrella tree made queer neighbours as queer neighbours as the Jungle Circuit could produce.
She tickles 'im in de nose er de yeah wid a broomstraw; hollerin' doan' do no good. Dat boy is one er de Seben Sleepers. He's wuss'n his gran'daddy used ter be." "Was his grandfather a deep sleeper, Uncle Julius?" asked my wife's sister. "Oh, yas, Miss Mabel," said Julius, gravely. "He wuz a monst'us pow'ful sleeper. He slep' fer a mont' once."
"All right, Mistuh Tom, you shill have de money; but I wants ter tell you, suh, dat in all de yeahs I has wo'ked fer yo' gran'daddy, he has never called me a 'darky' ter my face, suh. Co'se I knows dere's w'ite folks an' black folks, but dere's manners, suh, dere's manners, an' gent'emen oughter be de ones ter use 'em, suh, ef dey ain't ter be fergot enti'ely!"
Folks lack yo' gran'daddy and yo' gran'mammy an' all de Frenches dey don' none er dem come back, fer dey wuz all good people an' is all gone ter hebben. But I'm fergittin' de tale. "'Well, hoo's de man hoo's de man? ax Mistah Sellers, w'en Jeff tol' 'im dey wuz somebody wat 'ud stay in de ole ha'nted house all night. "'I'm de man, sez Jeff.
Before they could ask him to light the kitchen fire, or fill the tea-kettle, or mix the hoecake, or dust the hearth, or feed the turkeys, or chop any wood, or go to the store, or pick any cotton, he had made up his mind that he was not going to work for his gran'mammy and his gran'daddy any longer. He was going to run away! So Li'l' Hannibal got out of bed very quietly.
Rabbit looked at Drusilla with considerable curiosity. "I hope she's not as sticky as she used to be." "Hey!" cried Buster John, laughing. "Mr. Rabbit thinks Drusilla is the Tar Baby!" Drusilla tossed her head scornfully. "Huh! I ain't no Tar Baby. I may be a nigger, an' I speck I is, but I ain't no Tar Baby. My mammy done tol' me 'bout de Tar Baby in de tale, an' she got it fum her gran'daddy.
There was a big company there Br'er Rabbit, and Br'er Partridge, and Br'er Robin, and Ol' Miss Guinea Hen. "Here's Po' Li'l' Hannibal come to see you," said the Possum. "Li'l' Hannibal done run away from his gran'mammy and gran'daddy." Li'l' Hannibal hung his head as if he was ashamed, but nobody noticed him.
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