At Hilton Hall, long years ago, there lived a Brownie that was the contrariest Brownie you ever knew. At night, after the servants had gone to bed, it would turn everything topsy-turvy, put sugar in the salt-cellars, pepper into the…
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There was once a widow that lived on a small bit of ground, which she rented from a farmer. And she had two sons; and by-and-by it was time for the wife to send them away to seek their fortune.…
A lad named Jack was once so unhappy at home through his father’s ill-treatment, that he made up his mind to run away and seek his fortune in the wide world.
He ran, and he ran, till he could run…
There was a pause after the story of old Miss Goose. The culmination was hardly sensational enough to win the hearty applause of the little boy, and this fact appeared to have a depressing influence upon Uncle Remus. As he…
” I dreamed all about Brother Fox and Brother Rabbit last night, Uncle Remus,” exclaimed the little boy when the old man came in after supper and took his seat by the side of the trundle-bed; “I dreamed that Brother…
” Dey wuz one time,” said Uncle Remus one night, as they all sat around the wide hearth,—Daddy Jack, Aunt Tempy, and the little boy in their accustomed places,—”dey wuz one time w’en de t’er creeturs push Brer Rabbit so…
Not many nights after the story of how Mr. Benjamin Ram frightened Brother Wolf and Brother Fox, the little boy found himself in Uncle Remus’s cabin. It had occurred to him that Mr. Ram should have played on his fiddle…
” What did Brother Rabbit do after that?” the little boy asked presently.
“Now, den, you don’t wanter push ole Brer Rabbit too close,” replied Uncle Remus significantly. “He mighty tender-footed creetur, en de mo’ w’at you push ‘im, de…
One night when the little boy made his usual visit to Uncle Remus, he found the old man sitting up in his chair fast asleep. The child said nothing. He was prepared to exercise a good deal of patience upon…
” Uncle Remus,” said the child, “do you reckon Brother Rabbit really married the young lady?”
“Bless yo’ soul, honey,” responded the old man, with a sigh, “hit b’long ter Brer Jack fer ter tell you dat. ‘T aint none…