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Thar was a dancin'-party Christmas night on "Hell fer Sartain." Jes tu'n up the fust crick beyond the bend thar, an' climb onto a stump, an' holler about ONCE, an' you'll see how the name come. Stranger, hit's HELL fer sartain! Well, Rich Harp was thar from the head-waters, an' Harve Hall toted Nance Osborn clean across the Cumberlan'. Fust one ud swing Nance, an' then t'other.
"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!"
Den Brer Tarrypin begin fer ter holler: "'Tu'n loose dat stump root en ketch holt er me tu'n loose dat stump root en ketch holt er me. "Brer Fox he holler back: "'I ain't got holt er no stump root, en I is got holt er you. "Brer Tarrypin he keep on holler'n: "'Ketch holt er me I'm a drownin' I'm a drownin' tu'n loose de stump root en ketch holt er me.
W'at wuz dey fer ter be skeered un? sezee. 'I know'd you'd git away wid Mr. Dog ef I didn't, en I des lay dar watchin' you shake him, waitin' fer ter put in w'en de time come, sezee. "Brer Coon tu'n up his nose. "'Dat's a mighty likely tale, sezee, 'w'en Mr. Dog ain't mo'n tech you 'fo' you keel over, en lay dar stiff, sezee.
Come up hyear now dis ebenin', an' let us all try ter hep yer git thu. Leave yer dancin' an' yer singin' an' yer playin', leave yer whiskey an' yer cussin' an' yer swearin', an' tu'n yer min's ter de s'ords an' de famines. "Wen de Lord fotches dem s'ords outn Eden, an' dem famines outn Egyp', an' tu'n 'em erloose on dis plantation, I tell yer, mun, dar's gwine be skyeared niggers hyear.
You tu'n down nax' turn; ride smart piece yet, an' you come right front of ol' Mars Bell'my's house. See, he comin' 'long de road now. Yas, 'tis Mars Bell'my shore, an' 's gun." Tom had been looking across the neglected fields with compassion, and wondering if such a plantation could ever be brought back to its days of prosperity.
Den he tu'n 'roun', he did, en put de rope cross his shoulders en try ter walk off wid Brer Tarrypin, but Brer Tarrypin look like he don't feel like walkin'. Den Brer Wolf he put in en holp Brer B'ar pull, but des like he didn't, en den dey all holp 'im, en, bless grashus! w'iles dey wuz all a pullin', Brer Tarrypin, he holler, en ax um w'y dey don't take up de slack.
"He wuz born a syndicate en he'll die er syndicate. De Debbil, he ain' gwine tu'n 'm en de Lawd he can't. De preachin' it runs off 'im same es water off er duck's back. I'se done talked ter him day in en day out twell dar ain' no breff lef fer me ter blow wid, an' he ain' changed a hyar f'om what de Lawd made 'im. Seems like he ain' got de sperit uv "
"I jumped up an' run over de bank, an' dyar wid a whole lot o' dead men, an' some not dead yit, onder one o' de guns wid de fleg still in he han', an' a bullet right th'oo he body, lay Marse Chan. I tu'n' 'im over an' call 'im 'Marse Chan! but 'twan' no use, he wuz done gone home, sho' 'nuff.
For the first time a look of cunning of the pathetic cunning of a child pitted against a man awoke in her face. "En Miss Lindy sent me off befo' de year was up, Marster. My boy Jubal was born de mont' atter she done tu'n me out." She hesitated a minute, and then added, with a kind of savage coquetry, "I 'uz a moughty likely gal, Marster. You ain't done furgit dat, is you?"
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