' NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS 
LXIV 
MR. HAWK AND BRER BUZZARD 
One night the little boy ran into Uncle Remus’s cabin singing: — 
“ T-u Turkey , t-u Ti , 
T-u Turkey Buzzard's eye!'* 
Uncle Remus, Daddy Jack, Aunt Tempy, and ’Tildy were all 
sitting around the fire, for the Christmas weather was beginning 
to make itself rather severely felt. As they made room for the 
child, Daddy Jack flung his head back, and took up the song, 
beating time with his foot: — 
“*T-u Tukry y t-u Ti> 
T-u Tukry-Buzzud y-eye 1 
T-u Tukry , t-u Ting , 
T-u Tukry-Buzzud wing I " 
“Deyer mighty kuse creeturs,” said ’Tildy, who was sitting 
rather nearer to Daddy Jack than had been her custom, — a fact 
to which Aunt Tempy had already called the attention of Uncle 
Remus by a motion of her head, causing the old man to smile a 
smile as broad as it was wise. “Deyer mighty kuse, an’ I’m 
fear’d un urn,” ’Tildy went on. “Dey looks so lonesome hit 
makes me have de creeps fer ter look at um.” 
“Dey no hu’t-a you,” said Daddy Jack, soothingly. “You 
flut you’ han’ toze um dey fly ’way fum dey-dey.” 
“I dunno ’bout dat,” said ’Tildy. “Deyer bal’-headed, en 
dat w’at make me ’spize um.” 
Daddy Jack rubbed the bald place on his head with such a 
comical air that even ’Tildy laughed. The old African retained 
his good-humor. 
“You watch dem Buzzud,” he said after awhile, addressing 
himself particularly to the little boy. “ ’E fly high, ’e fly low, ’e 
fly ’way ’roun’. Rain come, ’e flup ’e wings, ’e light ’pon dead 
306 
