ONE night, while the little boy was watching Uncle Remus
twisting and waxing some shoe-thread, he made what appeared to
him to be a very curious discovery. He discovered that the palms
of the old man's hands were as white as his own, and the fact was
such a source of wonder that he at last made it the subject of
remark. The response of Uncle Remus led to the earnest recital of
a piece of unwritten history that must prove interesting to
ethnologists.
"Tooby sho de pa'm er my han's w'ite, honey," he quietly
remarked, "en, w'en it come ter dat, dey wuz a time w'en all de
w'ite folks 'uz black--blacker dan me, kaze I done bin yer so
long dat I bin sorter bleach out."
The little boy laughed. He thought Uncle Remus was making him
the victim of one of his jokes; but the youngster was never more
mistaken. The old man was serious. Nevertheless, he failed to
rebuke the ill-timed mirth of the child, appearing to be
altogether engrossed in his work. After a while, he resumed:
"Yasser. Fokes dunner w'at bin yit, let 'lone w'at gwinter be.
Niggers is niggers now, but de time wuz w'en we 'uz all niggers
tergedder."
"When was that, Uncle Remus?"
"Way back yander. In dem times we 'uz all un us black; we 'uz all
niggers tergedder, en 'cordin' ter all de 'counts w'at I years
fokes 'uz gittin' 'long 'bout ez well in dem days ez dey is now.
But atter 'w'ile de news come dat dere wuz a pon' er water
some'rs in de naberhood, w'ich ef dey'd git inter dey'd be wash
off nice en w'ite, en den one un um, he fine de place en make er
splunge inter de pon', en come out w'ite ez a town gal. En den,
bless grashus! w'en de fokes seed it, dey make a break fer de
pon', en dem w'at wuz de soopless, dey got in fus' en dey come
out w'ite; en dem w'at wuz de nex' soopless, dey got in nex', en
dey come out merlatters; en dey wuz sech a crowd un um dat dey
mighty nigh use de water up, w'ich w'en dem yuthers come long, de
morest dey could do wuz ter paddle about wid der foots en dabble
in it wid der han's. Dem wuz de niggers, en down ter dis day dey
ain't no w'ite 'bout a nigger 'ceppin de pa'ms er der han's en de
soles er der foot."
The little boy seemed to be very much interested in this new
account of the origin of races, and he made some further
inquiries, which elicited from Uncle Remus the following
additional particulars:
"De Injun en de Chinee got ter be 'counted 'long er de merlatter.
I ain't seed no Chinee dat I knows un, but dey tells me dey er
sorter 'twix' a brown en a brindle. Dey er all merlatters."
"But mamma says the Chinese have straight hair," the little boy
suggested.
"Co'se, honey," the old man unhesitatingly responded, "dem
w'at git ter de pon' time nuff fer ter git der head in de water,
de water hit onkink der ha'r. Hit bleedzd ter be dat away."