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Updated: June 4, 2025
I remembered the verse Sadler used to chant to me in the Hebe Maitland days, when I was acting more gay than he thought becoming to the uselessness of me. "Oh, sailor boy," he says. "Oh, sailor, my sailor boy, bonny and blue, You're rompin', you're roamin', The long slantin' sorrows are waiting for you In the gloamin', the gloamin'."
He tore down them crazy, slantin', rotten old housen, and made a park of that filthy hole, a lovely little park, with fresh green grass, a fountain of pure water, where the birds come to slake their little thirsts. There is green, rustlin' boughs for the birds to build their nests in. Cool green leaves to wave over the heads of the children.
You see, after taking off so much from these long branches the canes stand straight up, and will be self-supporting, no matter how many berries they bear; but here and there's a bush that has grown slant-wise, or is broken off. Now, if I was you, I'd take a crow-bar 'n' make a hole 'longside these weakly and slantin' fellers, put in a stake, and tie 'em up strong.
"I'speck you moughter seen rocks in de water 'fo' now, whar dey git green en slipp'y," said Uncle Remus. The little boy had not only seen them, but had found them to be very dangerous to walk upon, and the old man continued: "Well, den, dish yer rock wuz mighty slick en mighty slantin'. Mr. Mud-Turkle, he'd crawl ter de top, en tu'n loose, en go a-sailin' down inter de water kersplash!
NIGGER mighty happy w'en he layin' by co'n Dat sun's a slantin'; Nigger mighty happy w'en he year de dinner-ho'n Dat sun's a slantin'; En he mo' happy still w'en de night draws on Dat sun's a slantin'; Dat sun's a slantin' des ez sho's you bo'n! En it's rise up, Primus! fetch anudder yell: Dat ole dun cow's des a shakin' up 'er bell, En de frogs chunin' up 'fo' de jew done fell: Good-night, Mr.
'But 'pears to me we've got to be thinking of going home. The trunks o' the trees are reddening, which tells us the sun's slantin'; and these little shavers must be fed and bedded before sundown. Come, musters, rouse yourselves; we must be steppin' Northbourne way!
Killdee! I wish you mighty well! Mr. Killdee! I wish you mighty well! I wish you mighty well! Do co'n 'll be ready 'g'inst dumplin' day Dat sun's a slantin'; But nigger gotter watch, en stick, en stay Dat sun's a slantin'; Same ez de bee-martin watchin' un de jay Dat sun's a slantin'; Dat sun's a slantin' en a slippin' away!
"If you will let me give it in my own way, Jedge, you shall have it." "In your own way, Mr. Starbuck. Proceed." "Well, then, I'll begin at the beginnin'. Jedge, I live away up in the hills. My grandaddy settled there an' cleared off his field on a hill-side where the sun struck it a slantin' an' raised his co'n an' made his licker an' the gover'ment never said a word.
Mud-Turkle house, dey all sot up, dey did, en tole tales, en den w'en twelf er' clock come dey had crawfish fer dinner, en dey 'joy deyse'f right erlong. Atter dinner dey went down ter Mr. Mud-Turkle mill-pon, en w'en dey git dar Mr. Mud-Turkle en Brer Tarrypin dey 'muse deyse'f, dey did, wid slidin' fum de top uv a big slantin' rock down inter de water.
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