Front Matter Uncle Remus Initiates the Boy The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story Why Mr. Possum Loves Peace Mr. Rabbit too Sharp for Mr. Fox The Story of the Deluge Mr. Rabbit Deceives Mr. Fox Mr. Fox is Again Victimized Mr. Fox Outdone by Mr. Buzzard Miss Cow Falls a Victim Mr. Terrapin Appears on Scene Mr. Wolf Makes a Failure Mr. Fox Tackles Old Man Tarrypin The Awful Fate of Mr. Wolf Mr. Fox and the Deceitful Frogs Mr. Fox Goes A-Hunting Mr. Rabbit—a Good Fisherman Mr. Rabbit Nibbles Up the Butter Mr. Rabbit Finds His Match The Fate of Mr. Jack Sparrow How Mr. Rabbit Saved His Meat Mr. Rabbit Meets Match Again Story about the Little Rabbits Mr. Rabbit and Mr. Bear Mr. Bear Catches Mr. Bull-Frog How Mr. Rabbit Lost His Tail Mr. Terrapin Shows His Strength Why Mr. Possum Has No Hair The End of Mr. Bear Mr. Fox Gets into Serious Business Mr. Rabbit Raises a Dust A Plantation Witch Jacky-My-Lantern Why the Negro is Black The Sad Fate of Mr. Fox Plantation Proverbs Revival Hymn Camp-Meeting Song Corn-Shucking Song The Plough-Hands' Song Christmas Play-Song Plantation Play-Song A Plantation Chant A Plantation Serenade The Big Bethel Church Time Goes by Turns A Story of the War Jeems Rober'son's Last Illness Uncle Remus's Church Experience Uncle Remus and the Savannah Darkey Turnip Salad as a Text A Confession Uncle Remus with the Toothache The Phonograph Race Improvement In the Role of a Tartar A Case of the Measles The Emigrants As a Murderer His Practical View of Things That Deceitful Jug The Florida Watermelon Uncle Remus Preaches to a Convert As to Education A Temperance Reformer As a Weather Prophet The Old Man's Troubles The Fourth of July


Time Goes by Turns

Dar's a pow'ful rassle 'twix de Good en de Bad,

En de Bad's got de all—under holt;

En w'en de wuss come, she come i'on-clad,

En you hatter hol' yo' bref for de jolt.

But des todes de las' Good gits de knee-lock,

En dey draps ter de groun'—ker flop!

Good had de inturn, en he stan' like a rock,

En he bleedzd for ter be on top.

De dry wedder breaks wid a big thunder-clap,

For dey ain't no drout' w'at kin las',

But de seasons w'at whoops up de cotton crap,

Likewise dey freshens up de grass.

De rain fall so saf' in de long dark night,

Twel you hatter hol' yo' han' for a sign,

But de drizzle w'at sets de tater-slips right

Is de makin' er de May-pop vine.

In de mellerest groun' de clay root 'll ketch

En hol' ter de tongue er de plow,

En a pine-pole gate at de gyardin-patch

Never 'll keep out de ole brindle cow.

One en all on us knows who's a pullin' at de bits

Like de lead-mule dat g'ides by de rein,

En yit, somehow or nudder, de bestest un us gits

Mighty sick er de tuggin' at de chain.

Hump yo'se'f ter de load en fergit de distress,

En dem w'at stan's by ter scoff,

For de harder de pullin', de longer de res',

En de bigger de feed in de troff.

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