Again was the house pulled down, and its inmate eaten. The third was an iron house. The fox again craved admittance, and was again refused. It was too strong for him, and he went away in despair. But he returned the next night, and exerted all his fox-like qualities in the hope of deceiving the pixy. For some time he tried in vain ; until at last he mentioned a tempting field of turnips in the neighborhood, to which he offered to conduct his intended victim. They agreed to meet the next morning at four o'clock. But the pixy outwitted the fox; for he found his way to the field, and returned laden with his turnips long before the fox was astir.
The fox was greatly vexed, and was long unable to devise another scheme, until he bethought himself of a great fair about to be held a short way off, and proposed to the pixy that they should set off for it at three in the morning. The pixy agreed. But the fox was again outwitted; for he was only up in time to meet the pixy returning home with his fairings: a clock, a crock, and a frying pan. The pixy, who saw the fox coming, got into the crock and rolled himself down the hill ; and the fox, unable to find him, abandoned the scent and went his way.
The fox returned the next morning; and finding the door open went in, when he caught the pixy in bed, put him into a box, and locked him in. The anonymous author of this account does not give it a title. Katherine M. The Fox and the Geese England There was once a Goose at the point of death, So she called her three daughters near, And desired them all, with her latest breath, Her last dying words to hear.
Fox," said she, "that I know, Who lives in a covert hard by, To our race he has proved a deadly foe, So beware of his treachery.
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Reynard's tricks, And I fear he may come any day. Fox, their enemy. But Gobble, the youngest, I grieve to say, Soon came to a very bad end, Because she preferred her own silly way, And would not to her mother attend. For she made, with some boards, an open nest, For a roof took the lid of a box; Then quietly laid herself down to rest, And thought she was safe from the Fox. But Reynard, in taking an evening run, Soon scented the goose near the pond; Thought he, " Now I'll have some supper and fun, For of both I am really fond.
Gobble from bed; She only had time to hiss once or twice Ere he snapped off her lily-white head. Her sisters at home felt anxious and low When poor Gobble did not appear, And Goosey, determined her fate to know, Went and sought all the field far and near. At last she descried poor Gobble's head, And some feathers not far apart, So she told Ganderee she had found her dead, And they both felt quite sad at heart. Now Goosey was pretty, but liked her own way, Like Gobble, and some other birds.
So she went to sleep, and at dead of night She heard at the door a low scratch; And presently Reynard, with all his might, Attempted to jump on the thatch. But he tumbled back, and against the wall Grazed his nose in a fearful way, Then, almost mad with the pain of his fall, He barked, and ran slowly away. So Goosey laughed, and felt quite o'erjoyed To have thus escaped from all harm; But had she known how the Fox was employed, She would have felt dreadful alarm; For Gobble had been his last dainty meat, So hungry he really did feel, -- And resolved in his mind to accomplish this feat, And have the young goose for a meal.
So he slyly lighted a bundle of straws, And made no more noise than a mouse, Then lifted himself up on his hind paws, And quickly set fire to the house. The Fox was rejoiced to witness her flight, And, heedless of all her sad groans, He chased her until he saw her alight, Then eat her up all but her bones. Poor Ganderee's heart was ready to break When the sad news reached her ear.
Drake, Who lived in a pond very near. Next week she beheld him again appear, "Let me in very quick," he cried, "For the news I've to tell you'll be charmed to hear, And 'tis rude to keep me outside. In the morning, howe'er, her mind she changed, And she thought she would go to the fair; So her numerous feathers she nicely arranged, And cleaned her red bill with much care. She went, I believe, before it was light, For of Reynard she felt much fear; So quickly she thought she would see each sight, And return ere he should appear.
When the Goose arrived she began to laugh At the wondrous creatures she saw; There were dancing bears, and a tall giraffe, And a beautiful red macaw. A monkey was weighing out apples and roots; An ostrich, too, sold by retail; There were bees and butterflies tasting the fruits, And a pig drinking out of a pail. Ganderee went into an elephant's shop, And quickly she bought a new churn; For, as it grew late, she feared to stop, As in safety she wished to return. Ere, however, she got about half the way, She saw approaching her foe; And now she hissed with fear and dismay, For she knew not which way to go.
But at last of a capital plan she bethought, Of a place where she safely might hide; She got into the churn that she had just bought, And then fastened the lid inside. The churn was placed on the brow of a hill, And with Ganderee's weight down it rolled, Passing the Fox, who stood perfectly still, Quite alarmed, though he was very bold.
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For the Goose's wings flapped strangely about, And the noise was fearful to hear; And so bruised she felt she was glad to get out, When she thought that the coast was clear. So safely she reached her own home at noon, And the Fox ne'er saw her that day; But after the fair he came very soon, And cried out in a terrible way, -- "Quick, quick, let me in!
Then the Fox cried out, "O! Moral Mankind have an enemy whom they well know, Who tempts them in every way; But they, too, at length shall o'ercome this foe, If wisdom's right law they obey. Cundall] London: Sampson, Low, and Son, , no. Each story in this collection is paginated separately. Wolf African-American Brer Rabbit could never get any peace. He couldn't leave home without Brer Wolf making a raid and toting off some of the family.
Brer Rabbit built himself a straw house, and it was torn down. Then a made a house out of pine tops, and that went the same way. Then he made himself a bark house, and it was raided. And every time he lost a house, he lost one of his children. At last Brer Rabbit got mad, he did, and cussed, and then he went off, he did, and got some carpenters, and they built him a plank house with a rock foundation.
After that he could have some peace and quiet. He could go out and pass the time of day with his neighbors, and come back and sit by the fire and smoke his pipe and read the newspapers the same as any man who has a family. He made a hole, he did, in the cellar where the little rabbits could hide out when there was much of a racket in the neighborhood, and the latch of the front door caught on the inside.
Brer Wolf, he saw the lay of the land, he did, and he laid low. The little rabbits were mighty skittish, but it got so that cold chills didn't run up Brer Rabbit's back any more when he heard Brer Wolf go galloping by.
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By and by, one day when Brer Rabbit was fixing to call on Miss Coon, he heard a monstrous fuss and clatter up the big road, and almost before he could fix his ears to listen, Brer Wolf ran in the door. The little rabbits, they went into the hole in the cellar, they did, like blowing out a candle.
Brer Wolf was fairly covered with mud, and mighty well nigh out of wind. The dogs are after me, and they'll tear me up. Don't you hear them coming? O, do please save me, Brer Rabbit!
Hide me somewhere the dogs won't get me. In jumped Brer Wolf, down came the lid, and into the hasp went the hook, and there Mr. Wolf was.
Then Brer Rabbit went to the looking-glass, he did, and winked at himself. And then he pulled the rocking chair in front of the fire, he did, and took a big chew of tobacco. Then Brer Rabbit sat there a long time, he did, turning his mind over and working his thinking machine. By and by he got up and sort of stirred around. Then Brer Rabbit went to the cupboard and got the gimlet, and commenced to bore little holes in the chest lid. And the children, they had to put their hands on their mouth to keep from laughing. Then Brer Rabbit, he got the kettle and commenced to pour the hot water onto the chest lid.
Then Brer Rabbit called in his neighbors, he did, and they held a regular jubilee. And if you go to Brer Rabbit's house right now, I don't know but what you'll find Brer Wolf's hide hanging in the back porch, and all because he was so busy with other folks's doings. Dialect normalized by D. The Story of the Pigs African-American One time, away back yonder, the old sow and her children were all living longer than the other creatures.
It seems to me that the old sow was a widow-woman, and if I am not mistaken, that that she had five children. One day this here pig mother, she knew that she was going to kick the bucket, and she took and called up all her children and told them that the time had come when they had to look out for themselves. And then she up and told them as good as she could, although her breath was mighty scant, about what a bad man old Brer Wolf was.
She said that if they could escape from old Brer Wolf, they'd be doing monstrously well. Big Pig allowed that she wasn't afraid. Speckled Pig allowed that she wasn't afraid.
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Blunt, he said that he was almost as big a man as Brer Wolf himself. And Runt, she just took and rooted around in the straw and grunted. But old Widow Sow, she lay there, she did, and kept on telling them that they had better keep their eyes on Brer Wolf, because he was a very mean and deceitful man. Not long after that, sure enough, old Miss Sow lay down and died, and all of those children of hers were flung back on themselves, and they whirled in, they did, and each one built himself a house to live in. Big Pig, she took and built herself a house out of brush.
Little Pig, she took and built a stick house. Speckled Pig, she took and built a mud house. Blunt, he took and built a plank house. And Runt, she didn't make any great to-do, and no great brags, but she went to work, she did, and built a rock house. By and by, when they had everything fixed up, and matters were sort of settled, early one morning here came old Brer Wolf licking his chops and shaking his tail.
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