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"Sho nuff, Brer Fox tu'n loose de tail, en Brer Tarrypin, he went down ter de bottom kerblunkity-blink!" No typographical combination or description could do justice to the guttural sonorousness the peculiar intonation which Uncle Remus imparted to this combination. It was so peculiar, indeed, that the little boy asked: "How did he go to the bottom, Uncle Remus?" "Kerblunkity-blink!"
Folks kin fool deyse'f lots wuss dan yuther folks kin fool um, en ef you don't b'lieve w'at I 'm a-tellin' un you, you kin des ax Brer Wolf de nex' time you meet 'im in de big road." "What about Brother Wolf, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked, as the old man paused to refill his pipe.
"HIT look like ter me dat I let on de udder night dat in dem days w'en de creeturs wuz santer'n 'roun' same like fokes, none un um wuz brash nuff fer ter ketch up wid Brer Rabbit," remarked Uncle Remus, reflectively. "Yes," replied the little boy, "that's what you said."
Then they that favored Remus clamored that the gods had chosen him for king, because he had first seen the birds; and they that favored Romulus answered that he was to be preferred because he had seen more in number. This dispute waxed so hot that they fell to fighting; and in the fight it chanced that Remus was slain.
It was at the foot of a fig-tree that Romulus and Remus were fabled to have been found by Faustulus, and that tree was always looked upon with special veneration, though whenever the Roman walked through the woods he felt that he was surrounded by the world of gods, and that such a leafy shade was a proper place to consecrate as a temple.
Little is changed, Romulus and Remus and the she-wolf are still on the top of the bookcase, and the clock is still hard by; but the picture of the Jewish Exiles...has been given to a local School of Art in Wiltshire! The green lawn remains, but I am afraid the crocuses, which I can remember as a child, no longer come up through the turf. He was three years old when the letter was written."
Lying in the moonlight, which through the sprawling willows gayly checkers our sand bank, the Doctor and the Boy are discussing the doings of Br'er Rabbit for we are in the Southland now, and may any day meet good Uncle Remus. An industrial region Steubenville Mingo Bottom In a steel mill Indian character. Mingo Junction, Ohio, Wednesday, May 9th. We had a cold night upon our island.
"We shall see," said Wiles, quietly taking his hat. "We shall see, sir," said the member from Remus with dignity. There was at this time in the Senate of the United States an eminent and respected gentleman, scholarly, orderly, honorable, and radical, the fit representative of a scholarly, orderly, honorable, and radical Commonwealth.
It has been thought more probable that Romulus himself, or some of his partisans and friends, invented and circulated the story of Celer, in order to screen him in some degree from the reproach of so unnatural a crime as the killing of a brother so near and dear to him as Remus had been; a brother who had shared his infancy with him, who had slept with him, at the same time, in the arms of his mother, who had floated with him down the Tiber in the same ark, been saved from death by the same miraculous intervention, and through all the years of infancy, childhood, and youth, had been his constant playmate, companion, and friend.
"What was the color of the mule that did the hammering?" asked another. "I always told the old man that a suburban chicken coop would fall on him," remarked some one. "A strange pig has been squealing in his ear," suggested some one else. But Uncle Remus remained impassive.
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