Trickster Tale — Page 5

Daddy Jack appeared to enjoy ‘Tildy’s story as thoroughly as the little boy. “‘E one fine tale. ‘E mekky me lahff tell tear is come in me y-eye,” the old African said. And somehow or other ‘Tildy seemed to forget…

Aunty Tempy did not attempt to conceal the pleasure which Uncle Remus’s praise gave her. She laughed somewhat shyly, and said: “Bless you, Brer Remus! I des bin a-settin’ yer l’arnin’. ‘Sides dat, Chris’mus aint fur off un I ‘speck…

One night the little boy ran into Uncle Remus’s cabin singing: " T-u Turkey, t-u Ti, T-u Turkey Buzzard's eye! " Uncle Remus, Daddy Jack, Aunt Tempy, and ‘Tildy were all sitting around the fire, for the Christmas weather was…

” I year tell er one time,” said ‘Tildy, “w’en ole Mr. Hawk tuck’n kotch Brer Rabbit, but ‘t aint no tale like dem you all bin tellin’.” “Tell it, anyhow, ‘Tildy,” said the little boy. “Well, ‘t aint no…

All this talk about Hawks and Buzzards evidently reminded Daddy Jack of another story. He began to shake his head and mumble to himself; and, finally, when he looked around and found that he had attracted the attention of the…

here was a miller, who left no more estate to the three sons he had, than his Mill, his Ass, and his Cat. The partition was soon made. Neither the scrivener nor attorney were sent for. They would soon have…

here was, once upon a time, a man and his wife, faggot-makers by trade, who had seven children, all boys. The eldest was but ten years old, and the youngest only seven. One might wonder how that the faggot-maker could…

One day Henny-penny was picking up corn in the cornyard when—whack!—something hit her upon the head. “Goodness gracious me!” said Henny-penny; “the sky’s a-going to fall; I must go and tell the king.” So she went along and she went…

There was once a poor Miller who had a beautiful daughter, and one day, having to go to speak with the King, he said, in order to make himself appear of consequence, that he had a daughter who could spin…

THERE was once a worthy tailor’s apprentice named Labakan, who was learning his trade from a clever master at Alexandria. No one could accuse the young man of being awkward in plying his needle, on the contrary he worked very…

THIS, O Best Beloved, is another story of the High and Far-Off Times. In the very middle of those times was a Stickly-Prickly Hedgehog, and he lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon, eating shelly snails and things. And…