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Category: Humorous
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THE CREATURE WITH NO CLAWS
BY JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
"W'en you git a leetle bit older dan w'at you is, honey," said UncleRemus to the little boy, "you'll know lots mo' dan you does now."
The old man had a pile of white oak splits by his side and these he wasweaving into a chair-bottom. He was an expert in the art of "bottomingchairs," and he earned many a silver quarter in this way. The little boyseemed to be much interested in the process.
"Hit 's des like I tell you," the old man went on; "I done had despeunce un it. I done got so now dat I don't b'lieve w'at I see, muchless w'at I year. It got ter be whar I kin put my han' on it en fumblewid it. Folks kin fool deyse'f lots wuss dan yuther folks kin fool um,en ef you don't b'lieve w'at I 'm a-tellin' un you, you kin des ax BrerWolf de nex' time you meet 'im in de big road."
"What about Brother Wolf, Uncle Remus?" the little boy asked, as theold man paused to refill his pipe.
"Well, honey, 't ain't no great long rigamarole; hit's des one er dezeyer tales w'at goes in a gallop twel it gits ter de jumpin'-off place.
"One time Brer Wolf wuz gwine 'long de big road feelin' mighty proud enhigh-strung. He wuz a mighty high-up man in dem days, Brer Wolf wuz, en'mos' all de yuther creeturs wuz feared un 'im. Well, he wuz gwine 'longlickin' his chops en walkin' sorter stiff-kneed, w'en he happen ter lookdown 'pon de groun' en dar he seed a track in de san'. Brer Wolf stop,he did, en look at it, en den he 'low:
"'Heyo! w'at kind er creetur dish yer? Brer Dog ain't make dat track, enneeder is Brer Fox. Hit's one er deze yer kind er creeturs w'at ain'tgot no claws. I'll des 'bout foller 'im up, en ef I ketch 'im he'llsholy be my meat.'
"Dat de way Brer Wolf talk. He followed 'long atter de track, he did, enhe look at it close, but he ain't see no print er no claw. Bimeby detrack tuck 'n tu'n out de road en go up a dreen whar de rain done washout. De track wuz plain dar in de wet san', but Brer Wolf ain't see nosign er no claws.
"BRER WOLF MAKE LIKE HE GWINE TER HIT DE CREETUR, ENDEN----."]
"He foller en foller, Brer Wolf did, en de track git fresher en fresher,but still he ain't see no print er no claw. Bimeby he come in sight erde creetur, en Brer Wolf stop, he did, en look at 'im. He stopstock-still and look. De creetur wuz mighty quare-lookin,' en he wuzcuttin' up some mighty quare capers. He had big head, sharp nose, en bobtail; en he wuz walkin' roun' en roun' a big dog-wood tree, rubbin' hissides ag'in it. Brer Wolf watch 'im a right smart while, he act soquare, en den he 'low:
"'Shoo! dat creetur done bin in a fight en los' de bes' part er he tail;en w'at make he scratch hisse'f dat away? I lay I'll let 'im know whohe foolin' 'long wid.'
"Atter 'while, Brer Wolf went up a leetle nigher de creetur, en hollerout:
"'Heyo, dar! w'at you doin' scratchin' yo' scaly hide on my tree, entryin' fer ter break hit down?'
"De creetur ain't make no answer. He des walk 'roun' en 'roun' de treescratchin' he sides en back. Brer Wolf holler out:
"'I lay I'll make you year me ef I hatter come dar whar you is!'
"De creetur des walk roun' en roun' de tree, en ain't make no answer.Den Brer Wolf hail 'im ag'in, en talk like he mighty mad:
"'Ain't you gwine ter min' me, you imperdent scoundul? Ain't you gwineter mozey outer my woods en let my tree 'lone?'
"Wid dat, Brer Wolf march todes de creetur des like he gwine ter squ'sh'im in de groun'. De creetur rub hisse'f ag'in de tree en look like hefeel mighty good. Brer Wolf keep on gwine todes 'im, en bimeby w'en hegit sorter close de creetur tuck 'n sot up on his behime legs des likeyou see squir'ls do. Den Brer Wolf, he 'low, he did:
"'Ah-yi! you beggin', is you? But 't ain't gwine ter do you no good. Imout er let you off ef you 'd a-minded me w'en I fus holler atter you,but I ain't gwine ter let you off now. I'm a-gwine ter l'arn you alesson dat 'll stick by you.'
"Den de creetur sorter wrinkle up he face en mouf, en Brer Wolf 'low:
"'Oh, you nee'n'ter swell up en cry, you 'ceitful vilyun. I'm a-gwineter gi' you a frailin' dat I boun' you won't forgit.'
"WELL, SUH, DAT CREETUR DES FOTCH ONE SWIPE DIS AWAY, EN'N'ER SWIPE DAT AWAY."]
"Brer Wolf make like he gwine ter hit de creetur, en den----"
Here Uncle Remus paused and looked all around the room and up at therafters. When he began again his voice was very solemn.
--"Well, suh, dat creetur des fotch one swipe dis away, en 'n'er swipedat away, en mos' 'fo' you can wink yo' eyeballs, Brer Wolf hide wuzmighty nigh teetotally tor'd off 'n 'im. Atter dat de creetur sa'nteredoff in de woods, en 'gun ter rub hisse'f on 'n'er tree."
"What kind of a creature was it, Uncle Remus?" asked the little boy.
"Well, honey," replied the old man in a confidential whisper, "hit wantnobody on de topside er de yeth but ole Brer Wildcat."
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