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chapter2.txt
Chapter 2 Elementary Programming

Section 2.3 Reading Input from the Console

1. Suppose a Scanner object is created as

follows: Scanner input = new Scanner(System.in);

What method do you use to read an int value?

a. input.nextInt();
b. input.nextInteger();
c. input.int();
d. input.integer();
Key:a

#
2. The following code fragment reads in two numbers:

Scanner input = new Scanner(System.in);

int i = input.nextInt();
double d = input.nextDouble();

What are the correct ways to enter these two numbers?

a. Enter an integer, a space, a double value, and then the Enter key.
b. Enter an integer, two spaces, a double value, and then the Enter key.
c. Enter an integer, an Enter key, a double value, and then the Enter key.
d. Enter a numeric value with a decimal point, a space, an integer, and then
the Enter key.
Key:abc

#
6. is the code with natural language mixed with Java
code. a. Java program
b. A Java statement
c. Pseudocode
d. A flowchart
diagram key:c

#
3. If you enter 1 2 3, when you run this program, what will be the

output? import java.util.Scanner;

public class Test1 {

public static void main(String[] args) {
Scanner input = new Scanner(System.in);
System.out.print("Enter three numbers: ");
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double number1 = input.nextDouble();
double number2 = input.nextDouble();
double number3 = input.nextDouble();

// Compute average
double average = (number1 + number2 + number3) / 3;

// Display result
System.out.println(average);
}
}

a. 1.0
b. 2.0
c. 3.0
d. 4.0
Key:b

#
4. What is the exact output of the following code?

double area = 3.5;

System.out.print("area");
System.out.print(area);

a. 3.53.5
b. 3.5 3.5
c. area3.5
d. area 3.5
Key:c

#
Section 2.4 Identifiers
4. Every letter in a Java keyword is in lowercase?
a. true
b. false
Key:a

#
5. Which of the following is a valid identifier?
a. $343
b. class
c. 9X
d. 8+9
e. radius
Key:ae

#
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Section 2.5 Variables
6. Which of the following are correct names for variables according to
Java naming conventions?
a. radius
b. Radius
c. RADIUS
d. findArea
e. FindArea
Key:ad

#
7. Which of the following are correct ways to declare variables?
a. int length; int width;
b. int length, width;
c. int length; width;
d. int length, int width;
Key:ab

#
Section 2.6 Assignment Statements and Assignment Expressions
8. is the Java assignment operator.
a. ==
b. :=
c. =
d. =:
Key:c

#
9. To assign a value 1 to variable x, you write
a. 1 = x;
b. x = 1;
c. x := 1;
d. 1 := x;
e. x == 1;
Key:b

#
10. Which of the following assignment statements is incorrect?
a. i = j = k = 1;
b. i = 1; j = 1; k = 1;
c. i = 1 = j = 1 = k = 1;
d. i == j == k == 1;
Key:cd

#
Section 2.7 Named Constants
11. To declare a constant MAX_LENGTH inside a method with value 99.98, you write
a. final MAX_LENGTH = 99.98;
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b. final float MAX_LENGTH = 99.98;
c. double MAX_LENGTH = 99.98;
d. final double MAX_LENGTH = 99.98;
Key:d

#
12. Which of the following is a constant, according to Java naming conventions?
a. MAX_VALUE
b. Test
c. read
d. ReadInt
e. COUNT
Key:ae

#
13. To improve readability and maintainability, you should declare
instead of using literal values such as 3.14159.
a. variables
b. methods
c. constants
d. classes
Key:c

#
Section 2.8 Naming Conventions
60. According to Java naming convention, which of the following names can
be variables?
a. FindArea
b. findArea
c. totalLength
d. TOTAL_LENGTH
e. class
Key:bc

#
Section 2.9 Numeric Data Types and Operations
14. Which of these data types requires the most amount of memory?
a. long
b. int
c. short
d. byte
Key:a

#
34. If a number is too large to be stored in a variable of the float type, it
.
a. causes overflow
b. causes underflow
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c. causes no error
d. cannot happen in Java
Key:a

#
15. Analyze the following code:

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
int n = 10000 * 10000 * 10000;
System.out.println("n is " + n);
}
}
a. The program displays n is 1000000000000
b. The result of 10000 * 10000 * 10000 is too large to be stored in an
int variable n. This causes an overflow and the program is aborted.
c. The result of 10000 * 10000 * 10000 is too large to be stored in an int
variable n. This causes an overflow and the program continues to execute
because Java does not report errors on overflow.
d. The result of 10000 * 10000 * 10000 is too large to be stored in an
int variable n. This causes an underflow and the program is aborted.
e. The result of 10000 * 10000 * 10000 is too large to be stored in an int variable
n. This causes an underflow and the program continues to execute because Java
does not report errors on underflow.
Key:c

#
16. What is the result of 45 /
4? a. 10
b. 11 c.
11.25 d.
12
Key:b 45 / 4 is an integer division, which results in 11

#
18. Which of the following expression results in a value
1? a. 2 % 1
b. 15 % 4
c. 25 % 5
d. 37 % 6
Key:d 2 % 1 is 0, 15 % 4 is 3, 25 % 5 is 0, and 37 % 6 is 1

#
19. 25 % 1 is
a. 1
b. 2
c. 3
d. 4
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e. 0
Key:e

#
20. -25 % 5 is
a. 1
b. 2
c. 3
d. 4
e. 0
Key:e

#
21. 24 % 5 is
a. 1
b. 2
c. 3
d. 4
e. 0
Key:d

#
22. -24 % 5 is
a. -1
b. -2
c. -3
d. -4
e. 0
Key:d

#
23. -24 % -5 is
a. 3
b. -3
c. 4
d. -4
e. 0
Key:d

#
30. Math.pow(2, 3) returns .
a. 9
b. 8
c. 9.0
d. 8.0
Key:d It returns a double value 8.0.

#
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30. Math.pow(4, 1 / 2) returns .
a. 2
b. 2.0
c. 0
d. 1.0
e. 1
Key:d Note that 1 / 2 is 0.

#
30. Math.pow(4, 1.0 / 2) returns .
a. 2
b. 2.0
c. 0
d. 1.0
e. 1
Key:b Note that the pow method returns a double value, not an integer.

#
31. The method returns a raised to the power of b.
a. Math.power(a, b)
b. Math.exponent(a, b)
c. Math.pow(a, b)
d. Math.pow(b, a)
Key:c

#
Section 2.10 Numeric Literals
15. To declare an int variable number with initial value 2, you write
a. int number = 2L;
b. int number = 2l;
c. int number = 2;
d. int number = 2.0;
Key:c

#
32. Analyze the following code.

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
int month = 09;
System.out.println("month is " + month);
}
}
a. The program displays month is 09
b. The program displays month is 9
c. The program displays month is 9.0
d. The program has a syntax error, because 09 is an incorrect literal value.
Key:d Any numeric literal with the prefix 0 is an octal value. But 9 is not an octal
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digit. An octal digit is 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, or 7.

#
15. Which of the following are the same as 1545.534?
a. 1.545534e+3
b. 0.1545534e+4
c. 1545534.0e-3
d. 154553.4e-2
Key:abcd

#
Section 2.11 Evaluating Expressions and Operator Precedence
24. The expression 4 + 20 / (3 - 1) * 2 is evaluated to
a. 4
b. 20
c. 24
d. 9
e. 25
Key:c

#
Section 2.12 Case Study: Displaying the Current Time
58. The System.currentTimeMillis() returns .
a. the current time.
b. the current time in milliseconds.
c. the current time in milliseconds since midnight.
d. the current time in milliseconds since midnight, January 1, 1970.
e. the current time in milliseconds since midnight, January 1, 1970 GMT
(the Unix time).
Key:e

#
24. To obtain the current second, use .
a. System.currentTimeMillis() % 3600
b. System.currentTimeMillis() % 60
c. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 % 60
d. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 % 60
e. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 / 60 % 24
Key:c

#
24. To obtain the current minute, use .
a. System.currentTimeMillis() % 3600
b. System.currentTimeMillis() % 60
c. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 % 60
d. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 % 60
e. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 / 60 % 24
Key:d
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#
24. To obtain the current hour in UTC, use .
a. System.currentTimeMillis() % 3600
b. System.currentTimeMillis() % 60
c. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 % 60
d. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 % 60
e. System.currentTimeMillis() / 1000 / 60 / 60 % 24
Key:e

#
Section 2.13 Augmented Assignment Operators
24. To add a value 1 to variable x, you write
a. 1 + x = x;
b. x += 1;
c. x := 1;
d. x = x + 1;
e. x = 1 + x;
Key:bde

#
25. To add number to sum, you write (Note: Java is case-sensitive)
a. number += sum;
b. number = sum + number;
c. sum = Number + sum;
d. sum += number;
e. sum = sum + number;
Key:de

#
26. Suppose x is 1. What is x after x += 2?
a. 0
b. 1
c. 2
d. 3
e. 4
Key:d

#
27. Suppose x is 1. What is x after x -= 1?
a. 0
b. 1
c. 2
d. -1
e. -2
Key:a

#
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28. What is x after the following statements?

int x = 2;
int y = 1;
x *= y + 1;

a. x is 1.
b. x is 2.
c. x is 3.
d. x is 4.
Key:d

#
29. What is x after the following statements?

int x = 1;
x *= x + 1;

a. x is 1.
b. x is 2.
c. x is 3.
d. x is 4.
Key:b

#
29. Which of the following statements are the same?

(A) x -= x + 4
(B) x = x + 4 - x
(C) x = x - (x + 4)

a. (A) and (B) are the same

b. (A) and (C) are the same
c. (B) and (C) are the same
d. (A), (B), and (C) are the same
Key:a

#
Section 2.14 Increment and Decrement Operators
21. Are the following four statements equivalent?
number += 1;
number = number + 1;
number++;
++number;
a. Yes
b. No
Key:a

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#
34. What is i printed?
public class Test {
public static void main(String[] args)
{ int j = 0;
int i = ++j + j * 5;

System.out.println("What is i? " + i);

}
}
a. 0
b. 1
c. 5
d. 6
Key:d Operands are evaluated from left to right in Java. The left-hand operand of a
binary operator is evaluated before any part of the right-hand operand is
evaluated. This rule takes precedence over any other rules that govern expressions.
Therefore, ++j is evaluated first, and returns 1. Then j*5 is evaluated, returns 5.

#
35. What is i printed in the following code?

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
int j = 0;
int i = j++ + j * 5;

System.out.println("What is i? " + i);

}
}
a. 0
b. 1
c. 5
d. 6
Key:c Same as before, except that j++ evaluates to 0.

#
36. What is y displayed in the following code?

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
int x = 1;
int y = x++ + x;
System.out.println("y is " + y);
}
}
a. y is 1.
b. y is 2.
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c. y is 3.
d. y is 4.
Key:c When evaluating x++ + x, x++ is evaluated first, which does two things: 1.
returns 1 since it is post-increment. x becomes 2. Therefore y is 1 + 2.

#
37. What is y displayed?

public class Test {

public static void main(String[] args) {
int x = 1;
int y = x + x++;
System.out.println("y is " + y);
}
}
a. y is 1.
b. y is 2.
c. y is 3.
d. y is 4.
Key:b When evaluating x + x++, x is evaluated first, which is 1. X++ returns 1
since it is post-increment and 2. Therefore y is 1 + 1.

#
Section 2.15 Numeric Type Conversions
38. To assign a double variable d to a float variable x, you write
a. x = (long)d
b. x = (int)d;
c. x = d;
d. x = (float)d;
Key:d

#
17. Which of the following expressions will yield
0.5? a. 1 / 2
b. 1.0 / 2
c. (double) (1 /
2) d. (double) 1 /
2 e. 1 / 2.0
Key:bde 1 / 2 is an integer division, which results in 0.

#
39. What is the printout of the following code:

double x = 5.5;
int y = (int)x;
System.out.println("x is " + x + " and y is " +
y); a. x is 5 and y is 6
b. x is 6.0 and y is 6.0
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c. x is 6 and y is 6
d. x is 5.5 and y is 5
e. x is 5.5 and y is 5.0
Key:d The value is x is not changed after the casting.

#
40. Which of the following assignment statements is illegal?
a. float f = -34;
b. int t = 23;
c. short s = 10;
d. int t = (int)false;
e. int t = 4.5;
Key:de

#
41. What is the value of (double)5/2?
a. 2
b. 2.5
c. 3
d. 2.0
e. 3.0
Key:b

#
42. What is the value of (double)(5/2)?
a. 2
b. 2.5
c. 3
d. 2.0
e. 3.0
Key:d

#
43. Which of the following expression results in
45.37? a. (int)(45.378 * 100) / 100
b. (int)(45.378 * 100) /
100.0 c. (int)(45.378 * 100 /
100) d. (int)(45.378) * 100 /
100.0 Key:b

#
43. The expression (int)(76.0252175 * 100) / 100 evaluates to
. a. 76.02
b. 76
c. 76.0252175
d. 76.03
Key:b In order to obtain 76.02, you have divide 100.0.

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#
44. If you attempt to add an int, a byte, a long, and a double, the result
will be a value.
a. byte
b. int
c. long
d. double
Key:d

#
Section 2.16 Software Life Cycle
1. is a formal process that seeks to understand the problem
and document in detail what the software system needs to do.
a. Requirements
specification b. Analysis
c. Design
d.
Implementation
e. Testing Key:a

#
1. System analysis seeks to analyze the data flow and to identify
the system’s input and output. When you do analysis, it helps to identify what the
output is first, and then figure out what input data you need in order to produce
the output.
a. Requirements
specification b. Analysis
c. Design
d.
Implementation
e. Testing Key:b

#
0. Any assignment statement can be used as an assignment expression.
a. true
b. false
Key:a

#
1. You can define a constant twice in a block.
a. true
b. false
Key:b

#
44. are valid Java
identifiers. a. $Java
b. _RE4
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live. Brer Rabbit thump one er his behime foots on de groun’ an’
Brer Wolf jump like some un done shot a gun right at ’im. Dis make
Brer Rabbit laugh twel he can’t laugh no mo’. Brer Wolf, he say he
kinder nervious ’bout dat time er de year, an’ de leas’ little bit er
noise’ll make ’im jump. He ax how he gwineter git any purchis on de
cradle, an’ Brer Rabbit say he’ll hatter git inside an’ walk wid it on his
back, kaze dat de way he done done.
“Brer Wolf ax what all dem contraptions on de inside is, an’ Brer
Rabbit ’spon’ dat dey er de rockers, an’ dey ain’t no needs fer ter be
skeer’d un um, kaze dey ain’t nothin’ but plain wood. Brer Wolf say
he ain’t ’zackly skeer’d, but he done got ter de p’int whar he know
dat you better look ’fo’ you jump. Brer Rabbit ’low dat ef dey’s any
jumpin’ fer ter be done, he de one ter do it, an’ he talk like he done
fergit what dey come fer. Brer Wolf, he fool an’ fumble roun’, but
bimeby he walk in de cradle, sprung de trigger, an’ dar he wuz! Brer
Rabbit, he holler out, ‘Come on, Brer Wolf; des hump yo’se’f, an’ I’ll
be wid you.’ But try ez he will an’ grunt ez he may, Brer Wolf can’t
budge dat trap. Bimeby Brer Rabbit git tired er waitin’ an’ he say dat
ef Brer Wolf ain’t gwineter come on he’s gwine home. He ’low dat a
frien’ what say he gwineter he’p you, an’ den go in a cradle an’ drap
off ter sleep, dat’s all he wanter know ’bout um; an’ wid dat he
made fer de bushes, an’ he wa’n’t a minnit too soon, kaze here
come Mr. Man fer ter see ef his trap had been sprung. He look, he
did, an’ sho’ nuff, it ’uz sprung, an’ dey wuz sump’n in dar, too, kaze
he kin hear it rustlin’ roun’ an’ kickin’ fer ter git out.
“Mr. Man look thoo de crack, an’ he see Brer Wolf, which he wuz
so skeer’d twel his eye look right green. Mr. Man say, ‘Aha! I got you,
is I?’ Brer Wolf say, ‘Who?’ Mr. Man laugh twel he can’t sca’cely talk,
an’ still Brer Wolf say, ‘Who? Who you think you got?’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘I
don’t think, I knows. Youer ol’ Brer Rabbit, dat’s who you is.’ Brer
Wolf say, ‘Turn me outer here, an’ I’ll show you who I is.’ Mr. Man
laugh fit ter kill. He ’low, ‘You neenter change yo’ voice; I’d know
you ef I met you in de dark. Youer Brer Rabbit, dat’s who you is.’
Brer Wolf say, ‘I ain’t not; dat’s what I’m not!’
 “Mr. Man look thoo de crack ag’in, an’ he see de short years. He
’low, ‘You done cut off yo’ long years, but still I knows you. Oh, yes!
an’ you done sharpen yo’ mouf an’ put smut on it—but you can’t fool
me.’ Brer Wolf say, ‘Nobody ain’t tryin’ fer ter fool you. Look at my
fine long bushy tail.’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘You done tied an’er tail on
behime you, but you can’t fool me. Oh, no, Brer Rabbit! You can’t
fool me.’ Brer Wolf say, ‘Look at de ha’r on my back; do dat look like
Brer Rabbit?’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘You done wallered in de red san’, but you
can’t fool me.’
“Brer Wolf say, ‘Look at my long black legs; do dey look like Brer
Rabbit?’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘You kin put an’er j’int in yo’ legs, an’ you kin
smut um, but you can’t fool me.’ Brer Wolf say, ‘Look at my tushes;
does dey look like Brer Rabbit?’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘You done got new
toofies, but you can’t fool me.’ Brer Wolf say, ‘Look at my little eyes;
does dey look like Brer Rabbit?’ Mr. Man ’low, ‘You kin squinch yo’
eyeballs, but you can’t fool me, Brer Rabbit.’ Brer Wolf squall out, ‘I
ain’t not Brer Rabbit, an’ you better turn me out er dis place so I kin
take hide an ha’r off ’n Brer Rabbit.’ Mr. Man say, ‘Ef bofe hide an’
ha’r wuz off, I’d know you, kaze ’tain’t in you fer ter fool me.’ An’ it
hurt Brer Wolf feelin’s so bad fer Mr. Man ter ’spute his word, dat he
bust out inter a big boo-boo, an’ dat’s ’bout all I know.”
“Did the man really and truly think that Brother Wolf was Brother
Rabbit?” asked the little boy.
“When you pin me down dat a-way,” responded Uncle Remus, “I’m
bleeze ter tell you dat I ain’t too certain an’ sho’ ’bout dat. De tale
come down fum my great-grandaddy’s great-grandaddy; it come on
down ter my daddy, an’ des ez he gun it ter me, des dat a-way I
done gun it ter you.”
 XII
BROTHER RABBIT AND BROTHER BULL-FROG

The day that the little boy got permission to go to mill with Uncle
Remus was to be long remembered. It was a bran new experience
to the city-bred child, and he enjoyed it to the utmost. It is true that
Uncle Remus didn’t go to mill in the old-fashioned way, but even if
the little chap had known of the old-fashioned way, his enjoyment
would not have been less. Instead of throwing a bag of corn on the
back of a horse, and perching himself on top in an uneasy and a
precarious position, Uncle Remus placed the corn in a spring wagon,
helped the little boy to climb into the seat, clucked to the horse, and
went along as smoothly and as rapidly as though they were going to
town.
Everything was new to the lad—the road, the scenery, the mill,
and the big mill-pond, and, best of all, Uncle Remus allowed him to
enjoy himself in his own way when they came to the end of their
journey. He was such a cautious and timid child, having little or none
of the spirit of adventure that is supposed to dominate the young,
that the old negro was sure he would come to no harm. Instead of
wandering about, and going to places where he had no business to
go, the little boy sat where he could see the water flowing over the
big dam. He had never seen such a sight before, and the water
seemed to him to have a personality of its own—a personality with
both purpose and feeling.
The river was not a very large one, but it was large enough to be
impressive when its waters fell and tumbled over the big dam. The
little boy watched the tumbling water as it fell over the dam and
tossed itself into foam on the rocks below; he watched it so long,
and he sat so still that he was able to see things that a noisier
youngster would have missed altogether. He saw a big bull-frog
creep warily from the water, and wipe his mouth and eyes with one
of his fore legs and he saw the same frog edge himself softly toward
a white butterfly that was flitting about near the edge of the stream.
He saw the frog lean forward, and then the butterfly vanished. It
seemed like a piece of magic. The child knew that the frog had
caught the butterfly, but how? The fluttering insect was more than a
foot from the frog when it disappeared, and he was sure that the
frog had neither jumped nor snapped at the butterfly. What he saw,
he saw as plainly as you can see your hand in the light of day.
And he saw another sight too that is not given to every one to
see. While he was watching the tumbling water, and wondering
where it all came from and where it was going, he thought he saw
swift-moving shadows flitting from the water below up and into the
mill-pond above. He never would have been able to discover just
what the shadows were if one of them had not paused a moment
while half-way to the top of the falling water. It poised itself for one
brief instant, as a humming-bird poises over a flower, but during that
fraction of time the little boy was able to see that what he thought
was a shadow was really a fish going from the water below to the
mill-pond above. The child could hardly believe his eyes, and for a
little while it seemed that the whole world was turned topsy-turvy,
especially as the shadows continued to flit from the water below to
the mill-pond above.
And he was still more puzzled when he reported the strange fact
to Uncle Remus, for the old negro took the information as a matter
of course. With him the phenomenon was almost as old as his
experience. The only explanation that he could give of it was that
the fish—or some kinds of fish, and he didn’t know rightly what kind
it was—had a habit of falling from the bottom of the falls to the top.
The most that he knew was that it was a fact, and that it was
occurring every day in the year when the fish were running. It was
certainly wonderful, as in fact everything would be wonderful if it
were not so familiar.
 “We ain’t got but one way er lookin’ at things,” remarked Uncle
Remus, “an’ ef you’ll b’lieve me, honey, it’s a mighty one-sided way.
Ef you could git on a perch some’rs an’ see things like dey reely is,
an’ not like dey seem ter us, I be boun’ you’d hol’ yo’ breff an’ shet
yo’ eyes.”
The old man, without intending it, was going too deep into a deep
subject for the child to follow him, and so the latter told him about
the bull-frog and the butterfly. The statement seemed to call up
pleasing reminiscences, for Uncle Remus laughed in a very hearty
way. And when his laughing had subsided, he continued to chuckle
until the little boy wondered what the source of his amusement
could be. Finally he asked the old negro point blank what had
caused him to laugh at such a rate.
“Yo’ pa would ’a’ know’d,” Uncle Remus replied, and then he grew
solemn again and sighed heavily. For a little while he seemed to be
listening to the clatter of the mill, but, finally, he turned to the little
boy. “An’ so you done made de ’quaintance er ol’ Brer Bull-Frog? Is
you take notice whedder he had a tail er no?”
“Why, of course he didn’t have a tail!” exclaimed the child.
“Neither toad-frogs nor bull-frogs have tails. I thought everybody
knew that.”
“Oh, well, ef dat de way you feel ’bout um, ’tain’t no use fer ter
pester wid um. It done got so now dat folks don’t b’lieve nothin’ but
what dey kin see, an’ mo’ dan half un um won’t b’lieve what dey see
less ’n dey kin feel un it too. But dat ain’t de way wid dem what’s ol’
’nough fer ter know. Ef I’d ’a’ tol’ you ’bout de fishes swimmin’ ag’in
fallin’ water, you wouldn’t ’a’ b’lieved me, would you? No, you
wouldn’t—an’ yit, dar ’twuz right ’fo’ yo’ face an’ eyes. Dar dey wuz
a-skeetin’ fum de bottom er de dam right up in de mill-pon’, an’ you
settin’ dar lookin’ at um. S’posin’ you wuz ter say dat you won’t
b’lieve um less’n you kin feel um; does you speck de fish gwineter
hang dar in de fallin’ water an’ wait twel you kin wade ’cross de
slipp’y rocks an’ put yo’ han’ on um? Did you look right close fer ter
see ef de bull-frog what you seed is got a tail er no?”
 The little boy admitted that he had not. He knew as well as
anybody that no kind of a frog has a tail, unless it is the Texas frog,
which is only a horned lizard, for he saw one once in Atlanta, and it
was nothing but a rusty-back lizard with a horn on his head.
“I ain’t ’sputin’ what you say, honey,” said Uncle Remus, “but de
creetur what you seed mought ’a’ been a frog an’ you not know it.
One thing I does know is dat in times gone by de bull-frog had a tail,
kaze I hear de ol’ folks sesso, an’ mo’ dan dat, dey know’d des how
he los’ it—de whar, an’ de when, an’ de which-away. Fer all I know it
wuz right here at dish yer identual mill-pon’. I ain’t gwine inter court
an’ make no affledave on it, but ef anybody wuz ter walk up an’ p’int
der finger at me, an’ say dat dis is de place whar ol’ Brer Bull-Frog
lose his tail, I’d up an’ ’low, ‘Yasser, it mus’ be de place, kaze it look
might’ly like de place what I been hear tell ’bout.’ An’ den I’d shet
my eyes an’ see ef I can’t git it straight in my dream.”
Uncle Remus paused, and pretended to be counting a handful of
red grains of corn that he had found somewhere in the mill. Seeing
that he showed no disposition to tell how Brother Bull-Frog had lost
his tail, the little boy reminded him of it. But the old man laughed.
“Ef Brer Bull-Frog ain’t never had no tail,” he said, “how de name er
goodness he gwineter lose um? Ef he yever is had a tail, why den
dat’s a gray hoss uv an’er color. Dey’s a tale ’bout ’im havin’ a tail an’
losin’ it, but how kin dey be a tale when dey ain’t no tail?”
Well, the little boy didn’t know at all, and he looked so
disconsolate and so confused that the old negro relented. “Now,
den,” he remarked, “ef ol’ Brer Bull-Frog had a tail an’ he ain’t got
none now, dey must ’a’ been sump’n happen. In dem times—de
times what all deze tales tells you ’bout—Brer Bull-Frog stayed in an’
aroun’ still water des like he do now. De bad col’ dat he had in dem
days, he’s got it yit—de same pop-eyes, an’ de same bal’ head. Den,
ez now, dey wa’n’t a bunch er ha’r on it dat you could pull out wid a
pa’r er tweezers. Ez he bellers now, des dat a-way he bellered den,
mo’ speshually at night. An’ talk ’bout settin’ up late—why, ol’ Brer
Bull-Frog could beat dem what fust got in de habits er settin’ up late.
 “De yuther creeturs can’t git no sleep”

“Dey’s one thing dat you’ll hatter gi’ ’im credit fer, an’ dat wuz
keepin’ his face an’ han’s clean, an’ in takin’ keer er his cloze.
Nobody, not even his mammy, had ter patch his britches er tack
buttons on his coat. See ’im whar you may an’ when you mought, he
wuz allers lookin’ spick an’ span des like he done come right out’n a
ban’-box. You know what de riddle say ’bout ’im; when he stan’ up
he sets down, an’ when he walks he hops. He’d ’a’ been mighty well
thunk un, ef it hadn’t but ’a’ been fer his habits. He holler so much
at night dat de yuther creeturs can’t git no sleep. He’d holler an’
holler, an’ ’bout de time you think he bleeze ter be ’shame’ er
hollerin’ so much, he’d up an’ holler ag’in. It got so dat de creeturs
hatter go ’way off some’rs ef dey wanter git any sleep, an’ it seem
like dey can’t git so fur off but what Brer Bull-Frog would wake um
up time dey git ter dozin’ good.
 “He’d set an’ lissen, … an’ den he’d laugh fit ter
kill”

“He’d raise up an’ ’low, ‘Here I is! Here I is! Wharbouts is you?
Wharbouts is you? Come along! Come along!’ It ’uz des dat a-way
de whole blessed night, an’ de yuther creeturs, dey say dat it sholy
was a shame dat anybody would set right flat-footed an’ ruin der
good name. Look like he pestered ev’ybody but ol’ Brer Rabbit, an’
de reason dat he liked it wuz kaze it worried de yuther creeturs.
He’d set an’ lissen, ol’ Brer Rabbit would, an’ den he’d laugh fit ter
kill kaze he ain’t a-keerin’ whedder er no he git any sleep er not. Ef
dey’s anybody what kin set up twel de las’ day in de mornin’ an’ not
git red-eyed an’ heavy-headed, it’s ol’ Brer Rabbit. When he wanter
sleep, he’d des shet one eye an’ sleep, an’ when he wanter stay
’wake, he’d des open bofe eyes, an’ dar he wuz wid all his foots
under ’im, an’ a-chawin’ his terbacker same ez ef dey wa’n’t no Brer
Bull-Frog in de whole Nunited State er Georgy.
 “It went on dis way fer I
dunner how long—ol’ Brer Bull-
Frog a-bellerin’ all night long an’
keepin’ de yuther creeturs
’wake, an’ Brer Rabbit a-laughin’.
But, bimeby, de time come when
Brer Rabbit hatter lay in some
mo’ calamus root, ag’in de time
when ’twould be too col’ fer ter
dig it, an’ when he went fer ter
hunt fer it, his way led ’im down
todes de mill-pon’ whar Brer
Bull-Frog live at. Dey wuz
calamus root a-plenty down dar,
an’ Brer Rabbit, atter lookin’ de
groun’ over, promise hisse’f dat
he’d fetch a basket de nex’ time
he come, an’ make one trip do
fer two. He ain’t been down dar
long ’fo’ he had a good chance
“His way led ’im down todes de mill- fer ter hear Brer Bull-Frog at
pon’” close range. He hear him, he
did, an’ he shake his head an’
say dat a mighty little bit er dat
music would go a long ways, kaze dey ain’t nobody what kin stan’
flat-footed an’ say dat Brer Bull-Frog is a better singer dan de
mockin’-bird.
“Well, whiles Brer Rabbit wuz pirootin’ roun’ fer ter see what
mought be seed, he git de idee dat he kin hear thunder way off
yander. He lissen ag’in, an’ he hear Brer Bull-Frog mumblin’ an’
grumblin’ ter hisse’f, an’ he must ’a’ had a mighty bad col’, kaze his
talk soun’ des like a bummil-eye bee been kotch in a sugar-barrel an’
can’t git out. An’ dat creetur must ’a’ know’d dat Brer Rabbit wuz
down in dem neighborhoods, kaze, atter while, he ’gun to talk
louder, an’ yit mo’ louder. He say, ‘Whar you gwine? Whar you
gwine?’ an’ den, ‘Don’t go too
fur—don’t go too fur!’ an’, atter
so long a time, ‘Come back—
come back! Come back soon!’
Brer Rabbit, he sot dar, he did,
an’ work his nose an’ wiggle his
mouf, an’ wait fer ter see what
gwineter happen nex’.
“Whiles Brer Rabbit settin’ dar,
Brer Bull-Frog fall ter mumblin’
ag’in an’ it look like he ’bout ter
drap off ter sleep, but bimeby
he talk louder, ‘Be my frien’—be
my frien’! Oh, be my frien’!’ Brer
Rabbit wunk one eye an’ smole
a smile, kaze he done hear a
heap er talk like dat. He wipe his
face an’ eyes wid his pocket-
“He lissen ag’in, an’ hear Brer Bull-Frog
hankcher, an’ sot so still dat mumblin’ an grumblin’”
you’d ’a’ thunk he wa’n’t nothin’
but a chunk er wood. But Brer
Bull-Frog, he know’d how ter stay still hisse’f, an’ he ain’t so much ez
bubble a bubble. But atter whiles, when Brer Rabbit can’t stay still
no mo’, he got up fum whar he wuz settin’ at an’ mosied out by de
mill-race whar de grass is fresh an’ de trees is green.
“Brer Bull-Frog holla, ‘Jug-er-rum—jug-er-rum! Wade in here—I’ll
gi’ you some!’ Now dey ain’t nothin’ dat ol’ Brer Rabbit like better
dan a little bit er dram fer de stomach-ache, an’ his mouf ’gun ter
water right den an’ dar. He went a little closer ter de mill-pon’, an’
Brer Bull-Frog keep on a-talkin’ ’bout de jug er rum, an’ what he
gwine do ef Brer Rabbit will wade in dar. He look at de water, an’ it
look mighty col’; he look ag’in an’ it look mighty deep. It say, ‘Lap-
lap!’ an’ it look like it’s a-creepin’ higher. Brer Rabbit drawed back
wid a shiver, an’ he wish mighty much dat he’d ’a’ fotch his overcoat.
 “In he went—kerchug!”

“Brer Bull-Frog say, ‘Knee deep—knee deep! Wade in—wade in!’

an’ he make de water bubble des like he takin’ a dram. Den an’ dar,
sump’n n’er happen, an’ how it come ter happen Brer Rabbit never
kin tell; but he peeped in de pon’ fer ter see ef he kin ketch a glimp
er de jug, an’ in he went—kerchug! He ain’t never know whedder he
fall in, er slip in, er ef he was pushed in, but dar he wuz! He come
mighty nigh not gittin out; but he scramble an’ he scuffle twel he git
back ter de bank whar he kin clim’ out, an’ he stood dar, he did, an’
kinder shuck hisse’f, kaze he mighty glad fer ter fin’ dat he’s in de
worl’ once mo’. He know’d dat a leetle mo’ an’ he’d ’a’ been gone fer
good, kaze when he drapped in, er jumped in, er fell in, he wuz over
his head an’ years, an’ he hatter do a sight er kickin’ an’ scufflin’ an’
swallerin’ water ’fo’ he kin git whar he kin grab de grass on de bank.
 “He sneeze an’ snoze, an’ wheeze an’
whoze, twel it look like he’d drown right
whar he wuz stan’in’ any way you kin fix it.
He say ter hisse’f dat he ain’t never
gwineter git de tas’e er river water outer his
mouf an’ nose, an’ he wonder how in de
worl’ dat plain water kin be so watery. Ol’
Brer Bull-Frog, he laugh like a bull in de
pastur’, an’ Brer Rabbit gi’ a sidelong look
dat oughter tol’ ’im ez much ez a map kin
tell one er deze yer school scholars. Brer
Rabbit look at ’im, but he ain’t say narry a
word. He des shuck hisse’f once mo’, an’
put out fer home whar he kin set in front er “He wonder how in de
worl’ dat plain water kin be
de fire an’ git dry. so watery”
“Atter dat day, Brer Rabbit riz mighty
soon an’ went ter bed late, an’ he watch
Brer Bull-Frog so close dat dey wa’n’t nothin’ he kin do but what Brer
Rabbit know ’bout it time it ’uz done; an’ one thing he know’d better
dan all—he know’d dat when de winter time come Brer Bull-Frog
would have ter pack up his duds an’ move over in de bog whar de
water don’t git friz up. Dat much he know’d, an’ when dat time
come, he laid off fer ter make Brer Bull-Frog’s journey, short ez it
wuz, ez full er hap’nin’s ez de day when de ol’ cow went dry. He tuck
an’ move his bed an’ board ter de big holler poplar, not fur fum de
mill-pon’, an’ dar he stayed an’ keep one eye on Brer Bull-Frog bofe
night an’ day. He ain’t lose no flesh whiles he waitin’, kaze he ain’t
one er deze yer kin’ what mopes an’ gits sollumcolly; he wuz all de
time betwixt a grin an’ a giggle.
“He know’d mighty well—none better—dat time goes by turns in
deze low groun’s, an’ he wait fer de day when Brer Bull-Frog
gwineter move his belongin’s fum pon’ ter bog. An’ bimeby dat time
come, an’ when it come, Brer Bull-Frog is done fergit off’n his mind
all ’bout Brer Rabbit an’ his splashification. He rig hisse’f out in his
Sunday best, an’ he look kerscrumptious ter dem what like dat
kinder doin’s. He had on a little sojer hat wid green an’ white
speckles all over it, an’ a long green coat, an’ satin britches, an’ a
white silk wescut, an’ shoes wid silver buckles. Mo’ dan dat, he had
a green umbrell, fer ter keep fum havin’ freckles, an’ his long spotted
tail wuz done up in de umbrell kivver so dat it won’t drag on de
groun’.”
Uncle Remus paused to see what the little boy would say to this
last statement, but the child’s training prevented the asking of many
questions, and so he only laughed at the idea of a frog with a tail,
and the tail done up in the cover of a green umbrella. The laughter
of the youngster was hearty enough to satisfy the old negro, and he
went on with the story.
“Whiles all dis gwine on, honey, you better b’lieve dat Brer Rabbit
wa’n’t so mighty fur fum dar. When Brer Bull-Frog come out an’ start
fer ter promenade ter de bog, Brer Rabbit show hisse’f an’ make like
he skeered. He broke an’ run, an’ den he stop fer ter see what ’tis—
an’ den he run a leetle ways an’ stop ag’in, an’ he keep on dodgin’
an’ runnin’ twel he fool Brer Bull-Frog inter b’lievin’ dat he wuz
skeer’d mighty nigh ter death.
“You know how folks does when dey git de idee dat somebody’s
’fear’d un um—ef you don’t you’ll fin’ out long ’fo’ yo’ whiskers gits
ter hangin’ to yo’ knees. When folks take up dis idee, dey gits
biggity, an’ dey ain’t no stayin’ in de same country wid um.
 “He shuck his umbrell’ like he mad”

“Well, Brer Bull-Frog, he git de idee dat Brer Rabbit wuz ’fear’d un
’im, an’ he shuck his umbrell like he mad, an’ he beller: ‘Whar my
gun?’ Brer Rabbit flung up bofe han’s like he wuz skeer’d er gittin’ a
load er shot in his vitals, an’ den he broke an’ run ez hard ez he kin.
Brer Bull-Frog holler out, ‘Come yer, you vilyun, an’ le’ me gi’ you de
frailin’ what I done promise you!’ but ol’ Brer Rabbit, he keep on a-
gwine. Brer Bull-Frog went hoppin’ atter, but he ain’t make much
headway, kaze all de time he wuz hoppin’ he wuz tryin’ to strut.
“’Twuz e’en about ez much ez Brer Rabbit kin do fer ter keep fum
laughin’, but he led Brer Bull-Frog ter de holler poplar, whar he had
his hatchet hid. Ez he went in, he ’low, ‘You can’t git me!’ He went
in, he did, an’ out he popped on t’er side. By dat time Brer Bull-Frog
wuz mighty certain an’ sho dat Brer Rabbit wuz skeer’d ez he kin be,
an’ inter de holler he went, widout so much ez takin’ de trouble ter
shet up his umbrell. When he got in de holler, in co’se he ain’t see
hide ner ha’r er Brer Rabbit, an’ he beller out, ‘Whar is you? You may
hide, but I’ll fin’ you, an’ when I does—when I does!’ He ain’t say all
he wanter say, kaze by dat time Brer Rabbit wuz lammin’ on de tree
wid his hatchet. He hit it some mighty heavy whacks, an’ Brer Bull-
Frog git de idee dat somebody wuz cuttin’ it down.

“Brer Rabbit run roun’ ter whar he wuz an’

chop his tail off”

“Dis kinder skeer’d ’im, kaze he know dat ef de tree fell while he in
de holler, it’d be all-night Isom wid him. But when he make a move
fer ter turn roun’ in dar fer ter come out, Brer Rabbit run roun’ ter
whar he wuz, an’ chop his tail off right smick-smack-smoove.”
The veteran story-teller paused, and looked at the clouds that
were gathering in the sky. “’Twouldn’t ’stonish me none,” he
remarked dryly, “ef we wuz ter have some fallin’ wedder.”
“But, Uncle Remus, what happened when Brother Rabbit cut off
the Bull-Frog’s tail?” inquired the little boy.
The old man sighed heavily, and looked around, as if he were
hunting for some way of escape. “Why, honey, when de Frog tail
wuz cut off, it stayed off, but dey tells me dat it kep’ on a wigglin’
plum twel de sun went down. Dis much I does know, dat sence dat
day, none er de Frog fambly has been troubled wid tails. Ef you
don’t believe me you kin ketch um an’ see.”
 XIII
WHY MR. DOG IS TAME

There were quite a number of dogs on the plantation—foxhounds,

harriers, a sheep dog, and two black-and-tan hounds that had been
trained to tree coons and ’possums. In these, the little boy took an
abiding interest, and he soon came to know the name and history of
each individual dog. There was Jonah, son of Hodo, leader of the
foxhounds, Jewel, leader of the harriers, and Walter, the sheep dog,
who drove up the cows and hogs every evening. Indeed, it was not
long before the little boy knew as much about the dogs as Uncle
Remus did.
He imagined he knew more, for one day he informed the old man
that once upon a time all dogs were wild, and roamed about the
woods and fields just as the wild animals do now.
“You see me settin’ here,” Uncle Remus remarked; “well, suh, ol’
ez I is, I’d like mighty well ter fin’ out how you come ter know ’bout
deze happenin’s way back yander.”
The little boy made no secret of the matter; he answered with
pride that his mother had been reading to him out of a great big
book with pictures in it. Uncle Remus stretched his arms above his
head, and opened wide his eyes. Astonishment took possession of
his countenance. The child laughed with delight when he saw the
amazement of Uncle Remus. “Yes,” he went on, “mother read about
all the wild animals. The book said that when the dogs were wild
they used to go in droves, just as the wolves do now.”
“Yasser, dat’s so!” exclaimed Uncle Remus with admiration, “an’ ef
you keep on like you gwine, ’twon’t be long ’fo’ you’ll know lot’s mo’
’bout de creeturs dan what I does—lot’s mo’.” Then he became
confidential—“Wuz dey anything in de big book, honey, ’bout de time
dat de Dog start in fer ter live wid Mr. Man?” The little boy shook his
head. If there was anything about it in the big book from which his
mother had been reading, she had kept it to herself.
“Well, I’m mighty glad dey ain’t nothin’ in dar ’bout it, kaze ef dey
had ’a’ been, I’d ’a’ been bleeze ter gi’ up my job, kaze when dey
gits ter puttin’ tales in a book, dat’s a sign.”
“A sign of what, Uncle Remus?”
“Des a sign, honey—a plain sign. Ef you dunner what a sign is, I’ll
never tell you.”
“When did the Dog begin to live with Mr. Man?” the little boy
inquired. “Once he was wild, and now he is tame. How did he
become tame?”
“Ah-yi! den you got de idee dat ol’ man Remus know sump’n n’er
what ain’t down in de books?”
“Why, you asked me if there was anything in the big book that
told about the time when the Dog went to live with Mr. Man,” the
little boy replied.
“Dat’s what I done,” exclaimed Uncle Remus with a laugh. “An’ I
done it kaze I laid off ter tel you ’bout it one er deze odd-come-
shorts when de moon ridin’ high, an’ de win’ playin’ a chune in de
big pine.”
“Why not tell it now?” the little boy asked.
“Le’ me see, is I well er is I sick? Is I full er is I hongry? Ef I done
fergot what I had fer dinner day ’fo’ yistiddy, den ’tain’t no use fer
ter try ter tell a tale ’bout ol’ times. Wuz it cake? No, ’twant cake.
Wuz it chicken-pie? No, ’twant chicken-pie. What, den? Ah-h-h! Now
I knows: ’Twuz tater custard, an’ it seem like I kin tas’e it yit. Yasser!
Day ’fo’ yistiddy wuz so long ago dat it look like a dream.”
“It wasn’t any dream,” the little boy declared. “Mother wouldn’t let
me have any at the house, and when grandmother sent your dinner,
she put two pieces of potato custard on a plate, and you said that
one of them was for me.”
“An’ you e’t it,” Uncle Remus declared; “you e’t it, an’ you liked it
so well dat you sot yo’ eye on my piece, an’ ef I hadn’t ’a’ grabbed
it, I boun’ I wouldn’t ’a’ had no tater custard.”
The little boy laughed and blushed. “How did you know I wanted
the other piece?” he asked.
“I know it by my nose an’ my two big toes,” Uncle Remus replied.
“Put a boy in smellin’ distance uv a piece er tater custard, an’ it
seem like de custard will fly up an’ hit him in de mouf, no matter
how much he try ter dodge.”
Uncle Remus paused and pulled a raveling from his shirt-sleeve,
looking at the little boy meanwhile.
“I know very well you haven’t forgotten the story,” remarked the
child, “for grandmother says you never forgot anything, especially
the old-time tales.”
“Well, suh, I speck she knows. She been knowin’ me ev’ry sence
she wuz a baby gal, an’ mo’ dan dat, she know right p’int blank what
I’m a-thinkin’ ’bout when she kin git her eye on me.”
“And she says she never caught you tellin’ a fib.”
“Is she say dat?” Uncle Remus inquired with a broad grin. “Ef she
did, I’m lots sharper dan I looks ter be, kaze many and many’s de
time when I been skeer’d white, thinkin’ she done cotch me. Tooby
sho’, tooby sho’!”
“But what about the Dog, Uncle Remus?”
“What dog, honey? Oh, you’ll hatter scuzen me—I’m lots older dan
what I looks ter be. You mean de Dog what tuck up at Mr. Man’s
house. Well, ol’ Brer Dog wuz e’en about like he is deze days,
scratchin’ fer fleas, an’ growlin’ over his vittles stidder sayin’ grace,
an’ berryin’ de bones when he had one too many. He wuz des like he
is now, ’ceppin’ dat he wuz wil’. He galloped wid Brer Fox, an’ loped
wid Brer Wolf, an’ cantered wid Brer Coon. He went all de gaits, an’
he had dez ez good a time ez any un um, an’ des ez bad a time.
“Now, one day, some’rs ’twix’ Monday mornin’ an’ Saddy night, he
wuz settin’ in de shade scratchin’ hisse’f, an’ he wuz tooken wid a
spell er thinkin’. He’d des come thoo a mighty hard winter wid de
yuther creeturs, an’ he up an’ say ter hisse’f dat ef he had ter do like
dat one mo’ season, it’d be de en’ er him an’ his fambly. You could
count his ribs, an’ his hip-bones stuck out like de horns on a hat-
rack.
“Whiles he wuz settin’ dar, scratchin’ an’ studyin’, an’ studyin’ an’
scratchin’, who should come meanderin’ down de big road but ol’
Brer Wolf; an’ it ’uz ‘Hello, Brer Dog! you look like you ain’t seed de
inside uv a smokehouse fer quite a whet. I ain’t sayin’ dat I got
much fer ter brag on, kaze I ain’t in no better fix dan what you is.
De colder it gits, de skacer de vittles grows.’ An’ den he ax Brer Dog
whar he gwine an’ how soon he gwineter git dar. Brer Dog make
answer dat it don’t make no diffunce whar he go ef he don’t fin’
dinner ready.
“Brer Wolf ’low dat de way ter git dinner is ter make a fier, kaze
’tain’t no use fer ter try ter eat ef dey don’t do dat. Ef dey don’t git
nothin’ fer ter cook, dey’ll have a place whar dey kin keep warm.
Brer Dog say he see whar Brer Wolf is dead right, but whar dey
gwine git a fier? Brer Wolf say de quickest way is ter borry a chunk
fum Mr. Man er his ol’ ’oman. But when it come ter sayin’ who gwine
atter it, dey bofe kinder hung back, kaze dey know’d dat Mr. Man
had a walkin’-cane what he kin p’int at anybody an’ snap a cap on it
an’ blow de light right out.
“But bimeby, Brer Dog say’ll go atter de chunk er fier, an’ he ain’t
no mo’ dan say dat, ’fo’ off he put, an’ he travel so peart, dat ’twant
long ’fo’ he come ter Mr. Man’s house. When he got ter de gate he
sot down an’ done some mo’ studyin’, an’ ef de gate had ’a’ been
shot, he’d ’a’ turned right roun’ an’ went back like he come; but
some er de chillun had been playin’ out in de yard, an’ dey lef’ de
gate open, an so dar ’twuz. Study ez he mought, he can’t fin’ no
skuce fer gwine back widout de chunk er fier. An’ in he went.
“Well, talk ’bout folks bein’ ’umble; you ain’t seed no ’umble-come-
tumble twel you see Brer Dog when he went in dat gate. He ain’t
take time fer ter look roun’, he so skeer’d. He hear hogs a-gruntin’
an’ pigs a-squealin’, he hear hens a-cacklin’ an’ roosters crowin’, but
he ain’t turn his head. He had sense ’nuff not ter go in de house by
de front way. He went roun’ de back way whar de kitchen wuz, an’
when he got dar he ’fraid ter go any furder. He went ter de do’, he
did, an’ he ’fraid ter knock. He hear chillun laughin’ an’ playin’ in dar,
an’ fer de fust time in all his born days, he ’gun ter feel lonesome.
“Bimeby, some un open de do’ an’ den shot it right quick. But Brer
Dog ain’t see nobody; he ’uz too ’umble-come-tumble fer dat. He
wuz lookin’ at de groun’, an’ wonderin’ what ’uz gwineter happen
nex’. It must ’a’ been one er de chillun what open de do’, kaze ’twant
long ’fo’ here come Mr. Man wid de walkin’-cane what had fier in it.
He come ter de do’, he did, an’ he say, ‘What you want here?’ Brer
Dog wuz too skeer’d fer ter talk; all he kin do is ter des wag his tail.
Mr. Man, he ’low, ‘You in de wrong house, an’ you better go on whar
you got some business.’
“Brer Dog, he crouch down close ter de groun’, an’ wag his tail.
Mr. Man, he look at ’im, an’ he ain’t know whedder fer ter turn loose
his gun er not, but his ol’ ’oman, she hear him talkin’, an’ she come
ter de do’, an’ see Brer Dog crouchin’ dar, ’umbler dan de’ ’umblest,
an’ she say, ‘Po’ feller! you ain’t gwine ter hurt nobody, is you?’ an’
Brer Dog ’low, ‘No, ma’am, I ain’t; I des come fer ter borry a chunk
er fier.’ An’ she say, ‘What in de name er goodness does you want
wid fier? Is you gwine ter burn us out’n house an’ home?’ Brer Dog
’low, ‘No, ma’am! dat I ain’t; I des wanter git warm.’ Den de ’oman
say, ‘I clean fergot ’bout de col’ wedder—come in de kitchen here an’
warm yo’se’f much ez you wanter.’
“Dat wuz mighty good news fer Brer Dog, an’ in he went. Dey wuz
a nice big fier on de h’ath, an’ de chillun wuz settin’ all roun’ eatin’
der dinner. Dey make room fer Brer Dog, an’ down he sot in a warm
cornder, an’ ’twant long ’fo’ he wuz feelin’ right splimmy-splammy.
But he wuz mighty hongry. He sot dar, he did, an’ watch de chillun’
eatin’ der ashcake an’ buttermilk, an’ his eyeballs ’ud foller eve’y
mouffle dey e’t. De ’oman, she notice dis, an’ she went ter de
cubberd an’ got a piece er warm ashcake, an’ put it down on de
h’ath.
“Brer Dog ain’t need no secon’ invite—he des gobble up de
ashcake ’fo’ you kin say Jack Robberson wid yo’ mouf shot. He ain’t
had nigh nuff, but he know’d better dan ter show what his appetites
wuz. He ’gun ter feel good, an’ den he got down on his hunkers, an’
lay his head down on his fo’paws, an’ make like he gwine ter sleep.
Atter ’while, he smell Brer Wolf, an’ he raise his head an’ look todes
de do’. Mr. Man he tuck notice, an’ he say he b’lieve dey’s some un
sneakin’ roun’. Brer Dog raise his head, an’ snuff todes de do’, an’
growl ter hisse’f. So Mr. Man tuck down his gun fum over de
fireplace, an’ went out. De fust thing he see when he git out in de
yard wuz Brer Wolf runnin’ out de gate, an’ he up wid his gun—
bang!—an’ he hear Brer Wolf holler. All he got wuz a han’ful er ha’r,
but he come mighty nigh gittin’ de whole hide.
“Well, atter dat, Mr. Man fin’ out dat Brer Dog could do ’im a heap
er good, fus’ one way an’ den an’er. He could head de cows off when
dey make a break thoo de woods, he could take keer er de sheep,
an’ he could warn Mr. Man when some er de yuther creeturs wuz
prowlin’ roun’. An’ den he wuz some comp’ny when Mr. Man went
huntin’. He could trail de game, an’ he could fin’ his way home fum
anywheres; an’ he could play wid de chillun des like he wuz one un
um.
“’Twant long ’fo’ he got fat, an’ one day when he wuz amblin’ in de
woods, he meet up wid Brer Wolf. He howdied at ’im, he did, but
Brer Wolf won’t skacely look at ’im. Atter ’while he say, ‘Brer Dog,
why ’n’t you come back dat day when you went atter fier?’ Brer Dog
p’int ter de collar on his neck. He ’low, ‘You see dis? Well, it’ll tell you
lots better dan what I kin.’ Brer Wolf say,’You mighty fat. Why can’t I
come dar an’ do like you does?’ Brer Dog ’low, ‘Dey ain’t nothin’ fer
ter hinder you.’
“So de next mornin’, bright an’ early, Brer Wolf knock at Mr. Man’s
do’. Mr. Man peep out an’ see who ’tis, an’ tuck down his gun an’
went out. Brer Wolf try ter be perlite, an’ he smile. But when he
smile he show’d all his tushes, an’ dis kinder skeer Mr. Man. He say,
‘What you doin’ sneakin’ roun’ here?’ Brer Wolf try ter be mo’ perliter
dan ever, an’ he grin fum year ter year. Dis show all his tushes, an’
Mr. Man lammed aloose at ’im. An’ dat ’uz de las’ time dat Brer Wolf
ever try ter live wid Mr. Man, an fum dat time on down ter dis day, it
’uz war ’twix Brer Wolf an’ Brer Dog.”
 XIV
BROTHER RABBIT AND THE GIZZARD-EATER

“It seem like ter me dat I hear somebody say, not longer dan day
’fo’ yistiddy, dat dey’d be mighty glad ef dey could fin’ some un fer
ter bet wid um,” said Uncle Remus, staring hard at the little boy, and
then suddenly shutting his eyes tight, so that he might keep from
laughing at the expression he saw on the child’s face. Receiving no
immediate response to his remark, the old man opened his eyes
again, and found the little boy regarding him with a puzzled air.
“My mother says it is wrong to bet,” said the child after awhile. He
was quite serious, and it was just this aspect of seriousness that
made him a little different from another little boy that had been
raised at Uncle Remus’s knee. “Mother says that no Christian would
want to bet.”
The old man closed his eyes again, as though trying to remember
something. He frowned and smacked his mouth before he spoke, “It
look like dat I never is ter git de tas’e er dat chicken-pie what yo’
gran’ma sont me out’n my mouf. I dunner when I been had any
chicken-pie what stayed wid me like dat chicken-pie. But ’bout dat
bettin’,” he remarked, straightening himself in his chair, “I speck I
mus’ ’a’ been a-dreamin’. I know mighty well it couldn’t ’a’ been you;
so we’ll des up an’ say it wuz little Dreamus, an’ let it go at dat. All I
know is dat dey wuz a little chap loungin’ roun’ here tryin’ fer ter
l’arn how ter play mumbly-peg wid one er de case-knives what he
tuck fum de white folks’ dinner-table, an’ whiles he wuz in de middle
er his l’arnin’, de ol’ speckled hen run fum under de house here, an’
sot up a mighty cacklin’, kaze she fear’d some un wuz gwineter
interrupt de eggs what she been nussin’ an’ warmin’ up. She cackle,
an’ she cackle, an’ den she cackle some mo’ fer ter keep fum
fergittin’ how; an’ ’long ’bout dat time, dish yer little boy what I been
tellin’ you ’bout—I speck we’ll be bleeze ter call him Dreamus—he up
wid a rock an’ flung it right at ’er, an’ ef she’d ’a’ been in de way er
de rock, he’d ’a’ come mighty nigh hittin’ her. Dis make de ol’ hen
bofe skeer’d an’ fear’d an’ likewise mad, an’ she hitched a squall on
ter her cackle, an’ flop her wings. Seein’ dat de hen wuz mad, dis
little chap, which he name Dreamus, he got mad, too, an’ he ’lowed,
‘I bet you I make you hush!’ an’ dar dey had it, de ol’ hen runnin’ an’
squallin’, an’ de little chap zoonin’ rocks at her. I speck de hen would
’a’ bet ef she’d ’a’ know’d how—an’ she sho’ would ’a’ won de bet,
kaze de las’ news I hear fum ’er she wuz runnin’ an’ squallin’.”
The little boy squirmed uneasily in his chair. He remembered the
incident very well, so well that he hardly knew what to say. But after
a while, thinking that it was both necessary and polite to say
something, he declared that when he made that remark to the hen
he knew she wouldn’t understand him, and that what he said about
betting was just a saying.
“Dat mought be, honey,” said Uncle Remus, “but don’t you fool
yo’se’f ’bout dat hen not knowin’ how ter talk, kaze dey has been
times an’ places when de creeturs kin do lots mo’ talkin’ dan folks.
When you git ter be ol’ ez what I is, you’ll know dat talkin’ ain’t got
nothin’ in de roun’ worl’ ter do wid fedders, an’ needer wid fur. I
hear you say you want ter bet wid de ol’ hen, an’ ef you still wantin’
you got a mighty good chance dis day ef de sun is mighty nigh
down. I’ll bet you a thrip ag’in a ginger-cake dat when you had yo’
dinner you ain’t fin’ no chicken gizzard in yo’ part er de pie.”
“No,” replied the child, “I didn’t, and when I asked grandmother
about it, she said she was going to raise some chickens next year
with double gizzards.”
“Did she say dat? Did Miss Sally say dat?” inquired Uncle Remus,
laughing delightedly. “Well, suh, dat sho’ do bang my time! How
come she ter know dat some er de creeturs got double gizzards?
She sho’ is de outdoin’est white ’oman what’s yever been bornded
inter de worl’. She done sont me de chicken gizzard des so I kin tell
you ’bout de double gizzards an’ de what-nots. Double gizzards! De
ve’y name flings me ’way back yander ter ol’ folks an’ ol’ times.
Laws-a-massy! I wonder what Miss Sally gwine do nex’; anybody
what guess it oughter be president by good rights.” Uncle Remus
paused, and lowered his voice to a confidential tone—“She ain’t tell
you ’bout de time when de Yallergater wuz honin’ fer ol’ Brer
Rabbit’s double gizzards, is she, honey?”
“No, she didn’t tell me that, but she laughed, and when I asked
her what she was laughing at, she said I’d find out by the time I was
seven feet tall.”
“You hear dat, don’t you?” Uncle Remus spoke as though there
were a third person in the room. “What I been tellin’ you all dis
time?” and then he laughed as though this third person were
laughing with him. “You may try, an’ you may fly, but you never is
ter see de beat er Miss Sally.”
“Was grandmother talking about a tale, Uncle Remus? It must
have been a very funny one, for she laughed until she had to take
off her spectacles and wipe them dry,” said the little boy.
“Dat’s her! dat’s Miss Sally up an’ down, an’ dey can’t nobody git
ahead er her. She know’d mighty well dat time you say sump’n ’bout
double gizzards my min’ would fly right back ter de time when de
Yalligater wuz dribblin’ at de mouf, an’ ol’ Brer Rabbit wuz shaking in
his shoes.”
“If it’s a long story, I’m afraid you haven’t time to tell it now,”
suggested the little boy.
The child was so polite that the old negro stood somewhat in awe
of him, and he was afraid, too, that it was ominous of some
misfortune—there was something uncanny about it from Uncle
Remus’s point of view. “Bless you, honey! I got des ez much time ez
what dey is—it all b’longs ter me an’ you. Maybe you wanter go
some’rs else; maybe you’ll wait twel some yuther day fer de platted
whip dat I hear you talkin’ ’bout.”
“No; I’ll wait and get the story and the whip together—if you are
not too tired.”
 The old negro looked at the little boy from the corner of his eye to
see if he was really in earnest. Satisfying himself on that score, he
promptly began to plait the whip while he unraveled the story. He
seemed to be more serious than usual, but one of the peculiarities of
Uncle Remus, as many a child had discovered, was that he was not
to be judged by any outward aspect. This is the way he began:
“Ever since I been pirootin’ roun’ in deze low-groun’s, it’s been de
talk er dem what know’d dat Brer Rabbit wuz a mighty man at a
frolic. I don’t speck he’d show up much in deze days, but in de times
when de creeturs wuz bossin’ dey own jobs, Brer Rabbit wuz up fer
perty nigh ev’ything dat wuz gwine on ef dey want too much work in
it. Dey couldn’t be a dance er a quiltin’ nowhar’s aroun’ but what
he’d be dar; he wuz fust ter come an’ last ter go.
 “Well, dey wuz one time when he went
too fur an’ stayed too late, bekaze a big
rain come endurin’ de time when dey wuz
playin’ an’ dancin’, an’ when Brer Rabbit put
out fer home, he foun’ dat a big freshet
done come an’ gone. De dreens had got ter
be creeks, de creeks had got ter be rivers,
an’ de rivers—well, I ain’t gwine ter tell you
what de rivers wuz kaze you’d think dat I
done tol’ de trufe good-bye. By makin’ big
jumps an’ gwine out er his way, Brer Rabbit
manage fer ter git ez close ter home ez de
creek, but when he git dar, de creek wuz so
“He holla’d fer de man wide dat it make him feel like he been los’
what run de ferry”
so long dat his fambly done fergot him.
Many an’ many a time had he cross’ dat
creek on a log, but de log done gone, an’ de water wuz spread out
all over creation. De water wuz wide, but dat wa’n’t mo’ dan half—it
look like it wuz de wettest water dat Brer Rabbit ever lay eyes on.
“Dey wuz a ferry dar fer times like dis, but it look like it wuz a
bigger fresh dan what dey had counted on. Brer Rabbit, he sot on de
bank an’ wipe de damp out’n his face an’ eyes, an’ den he holla’d fer
de man what run de ferry. He holla’d an’ holla’d, an’ bimeby, he hear
some un answer him, an’ he looked a little closer, an’ dar wuz de
man, which his name wuz Jerry, way up in de top lim’s uv a tree; an’
he looked still closer, an’ he seed dat Jerry had company, kaze dar
wuz ol’ Brer B’ar settin’ at de foot er de tree, waitin’ fer Jerry fer ter
come down so he kin tell ’im howdy.” Uncle Remus paused to see
what effect this statement would have on the little boy. The
youngster said nothing, but his shrewd smile showed the old man
that he fully appreciated the reason why Jerry was in no hurry to
shake hands with Brother Bear.
“Well, suh, Brer Rabbit took notice dat dey wuz sump’n mo’ dan
dampness ’twix’ um, an he start in ter holla again, an’ he holla’d so
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