uncle remus and the savannah darkey

home movie The notable difference existing between the negroes in the interior of the cotton states and those of the seaboard-a difference that extends to habits and opinions as well as dialect-has given rise to certain ineradicable prejudices which are quick to display themselves whenever an opportunity offers.Those prejudices where forcibly, as well as ludicrously, illustrated in Atlanta recently.A gentleman from Savannah had been spending the summer in the mountains of north Georgia,an found it convenient to bring along a body-servant.This body-servant was a very fine specimen of the average coast negro-sleek,well-conditioned,and consequential-disposed to regard with undisquised contempt everything and everybody not indigenous to the rice-growing region-and he paraded around the streets with quite a curious and critical air.Espying Uncle Remus languidly sunnuig himself on a corner,the Savannah darky approached. "Mornin',sah." "I'm sorter up an'about."responded Uncle Remus,carelessly and calmly."How is you stannin'it!" "Tanky you,my belt mos'so-so.He mu'hot dun in de mountain. Seem so lak man mus' git need de shade.I enty fer see no rice-bud in dis pa'ts." "In dis w'ich?"inquired Uncle Remus,with a sudden affection of interest. "In dis pa'ts.In dis country.Da plenty in Sawanny." "Plenty whar?" "Da plenty in Sawanny.I enty fer see no crab an'no oscher;en swimp,he no stay'roun'.I lak some rice-bud now." "Youer talkin' 'bout deze yer sparrers,w'ich dey er all head,en'lev'm un makes one mouffle,I spect,"suggested Uncle Remus. "Well,dey er yar,"he continued,"but dis ain't no climate whar de rice-birds flies inter yo' pockets en gits out de money an' makes de change derse'f; an' de isters don't shuck off der shells en run over you on de street,an'no mo'duz de s'imp hull derse'f an' drap in yo' mouf.But dey er yer,dough. De scads'll fetch um." "Him po' country fer true," commented the Savannah negro;"he no like sawanny. Down da,we set need de shade an'eaty de rice-bud,an de crab,an'de swimp tree time de day;an de buckra man drinky him wine,an'smoky him seegyar all troo de night.Plenty fer eat an'not much fer wuk." "Hit's mighty nice I speck'"responded Uncle Remus,gravely."Da nigger dat ain't hope up 'longer high feeding'ain't got no grip. But up yer whar fokes is gotter scramble 'roun'an'make der own livin',de vittles wat's kumerlated widout enny sweatin' mos'allers gener'lly b'longs ter some yuther man by rights.One hoe-cake an' a rasher er middlin'meat las's me fum Sunday ter Sunday,an'I'm in a mighty big streak er luck w'en I gits dat." The Savannah negro here gave utterance to a loud,contemptuous laugh,and began to fumble somewhat ostentatiously with a big brass watch-chain. "But I speck I struck up wid a payin' job las'Chuseday,"continued Uncle Remus,in a hopeful tone. 'Wey you gwan do?" "Oh, I'm a waitin'on a culled gemmum fum Savannah-wunner deze high livers you bin tellin''bout.""How dat?""I loant'im two dollars,"responded Uncle Remus grimly,"an'I'm a waitin'on 'im fer de money.Hit's wunner deze yer jobsw'at las's a long time."The Savannah negro went off after his rire-birds,while Uncle Remus leaned up against the wall and laughed until he was in imminent danger of falling down from sheer exhaustion. by J.C.Harris 1936

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"Youer talkin''bout deze yer sparrers,w'ich dey er all head,en'lev'm un makes one mouffle,I speck,"suggested Uncle Remus."Well,dey er yer."he continued,"but dis ain't no climate whar de rice-birds flies inter yo'poockets en gits out de money an'makes de change derse'f;an'de isters don't shuck off der shells en runover you on de street,an'no mo'duz de s,imp hull derse'f an'drap in yo' mouf. But dey er yer,dough. De scads'll fetch um.""Him po,country fer true." commented the Savannah negro;readdis

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