I confess to mixed feelings about today's posting. It's great for people who can memorize something like The Bear Story as James Whitcomb Riley wrote it, with or without dialect. I do think the
YouTube version I posted with the article about the
original poem back on November 17 shows listening to it is probably easier than reading it. Personally I prefer taking the story, which is an excellent example of a tall tale and
re-telling it (as opposed to a memorized version) with a hint of the style of Riley's original. For example, my translation today omits saying "purt' nigh" and substitutes "pretty near", but I think the listener can follow it. That phrase also gives a sense of the teller, in this case the Little Boy. I also find myself feeling sorry for the two bears. They are a real threat to humans in
their territory, but the Little Boy sets out specifically to kill them.
Last week I told so much about the poem and Riley that I only linked to the original. For your convenience I'm giving it right after my "translation." I also found so many great bear picture to start the story, but will stop once they have set the stage for the action which clearly keeps the Little Boy thinking his way through his story as he is telling it.
Bear Story (translated from the dialect)
Why once there was a Little Boy went out
In the woods to shoot a Bear. So, he went out
Away in the great-big woods – he did. – And he
Was going along – and going along, you know,
And pretty soon he heard something go
“Wooh!”
It's that way – “Woo-ooh!”
And he was scared,
He was. And so he ran and climbed a
tree –
A great-big tree, he did, a sycamore
tree.
And then he heard it again: and he
looked around,
And it was a Bear! – a great big
sure enough Bear!
No: it was two Bears, it was –
two great-big Bears –
One of them was – this
one's a great-big
Bear. –
But they both
went “Wooh!” –
And here they came
To climb the tree and get the Little
Boy
And eat him up!
He was scared worse than ever! And
here came
The great-big Bear climbing the tree to
get
The Little Boy and eat him up –
Oh, no! –
It wasn't the Big Bear
that climbed the tree –
It was the Little
Bear. So here he came
Climbing the tree – and climbing the
tree! Then when
He got right close to
the Little Boy, why then
The Little Boy he just pulled up his
gun
And shot the
Bear, he did, and killed him dead!
And then the Bear he fell clean on down
out of
The tree – way clean to the ground,
he did –
Spling-splung! He fell
plumb down, and killed
him, too!
And lit right beside where the
Big Bear's at.
And then the Big Bear was awfully mad,
you bet! –
Because – because the Little Boy he
shot his gun
And killed the Little
Bear. – Because the Big
Bear
He – he was the Little Bear's Papa. –
And so here
He came to climb the big
old tree and get
The Little Boy and eat him up! And when
The Little Boy saw the great-big
Bear
Coming, he was worse scared, he was,
Than any
time! And so he thought he'd climb
Up higher – way
up higher in the tree
Than the old Bear
could climb, you know. – But he –
He can't climb
higher than old Bears
can climb, –
Because Bears can climb up higher in
the trees
Than any little Boys in all the
Wo-r-r-ld!
And so here came the great-big-Bear, he
did, –
Climbing up – and up the tree, to get
The Little Boy and eat him up! And so
The Little Boy, he climbed on higher,
and higher,
And higher up the tree – and higher –
and higher –
And higher than this here house
is! And here came
The old Bear – closer to him all the
time! –
And then – first thing you know, when
the old Big Bear
Was right close to him – then the
Little Boy
Just jabbed his gun right in the old
Bear's mouth
And shot and killed him dead! – No; I
forgot, –
He didn't shoot the great-big Bear at
all –
Because there was no
load in the gun, you know –
Because when he shot the Little
Bear, why, then
No load was anymore in
the gun!
But the Little Boy climbed higher
up, he did –
He climbed lots
higher – and on up higher
– and higher
And higher –
until he just can't climb
any higher,
Because then the limbs were all so
little, away
Up in the teeny-weeny tip-top of
The tree, they'd break down with him if
he didn't
he Be careful! So he
stopped and thought: And then
He looked around – And here came the
old Bear!
And so the Little Boy made his mind
He's got to just get out of there
some way! –
Because here came the old Bear! – so
close, his breath's
Pretty near so he could feel how hot it
was
Against his bare feet – just like old
“Ring's” breath
When he's been out hunting and is all
tired.
So when the old Bear's so close – the
Little Boy
Just gave a great-big jump for
another tree –
No! – no, he didn't do that! – I'll
tell you what
The Little Boy did: – Why, then
– why, he – Oh, yes--
The
Little Boy he found
a hole up there
That's in the tree –
and climbs in there and hides
–
And
then
the old Bear can't find the Little Boy
At all! – But,
pretty soon the old Bear finds
The
Little Boy's gun
that's
up there – because the gun
It's
too tall to
take with him in the hole.
So,
when the old Bear found the gun,
he knew
The
Little Boy was hidden
around somewhere
there, –
And the old Bear
began to snuff and sniff around,
And sniff and
snuff around – so he could find
Out where the
Little Boy was hidden. – And then – then –
Oh,
yes!
– Why, pretty soon the old Bear climbed
Away out on a big
limb – a great-long limb, –
And then the
Little Boy climbed out of the hole
And took his ax
and chopped the limb off! . . . Then
The
old Bear fell k-splunge!
clean to the ground
And busted and
killed himself plumb dead, he did!
And then the
Little Boy he got his gun
And commenced
climbing down the tree again –
No!
– no, he didn't
get
his gun
– because when
The
Bear fell, then the gun
fell, too – And broke
It
all to pieces, too! – And the nicest
gun –
His Pa just bought
it! – And the Little Boy
Just cried, he
did; and went on climbing down
The tree – and
climbing down – and climbing down! –
And sir! When
he was pretty near down, – why, then
The old Bear he jumped up
again
– and he
Wasn't
dead at all – just pretending
that way,
So he could get
the Little Boy and eat
Him up! But the
Little Boy, he was too smart
To
climb clean down
the tree. – And the old Bear
He
can't climb up
the tree any more – because when
He
fell, he broke one of his – he broke all
His
legs! – and then he couldn't
climb!
But he
Just won't go away
and let the Little Boy
Come down out of
the tree. And the old Bear-Story
Just growled
around there, he did – just growls and went
”
Wooh! – woo-ooh!” all
the time! And the Little Boy
He had to stay up
in the tree – all night –
And
without any supper
either!
– Only there
Were
apples
on the tree! – And the Little Boy
Ate apples – just all night – and cried – and cried!
Then
when it was morning the old Bear went “Wooh!”
Again, and tried to climb up in the tree
And
get the Little Boy. – But he couldn't
Climb
to save his
soul,
he couldn't! – And oh!
he was mad!
–
He
just tore up the ground! And went “Woo-ooh!”
And
– Oh,
yes! – pretty
soon, when morning came
All
light
–
so you can see,
you know, – why, then
The
old Bear found the Little Boy's gun,
you know,
That's on the ground. – (And it isn't broken at all –
I
just said
that!) And so the old Bear thought
He'd
take the gun and shoot
the Little Boy: –
But
Bears
they
don't know much about shooting guns;
So when he went to shoot the Little Boy,
The
old Bear got the other
end of the gun
Against
his shoulder, instead of the
other
end –
So when he tried to shoot the Little Boy,
It
shot the
Bear,
it did – and killed him dead!
And then the Little Boy climbed down the tree
And chopped his old wooly head off: – Yes, and kille
The
other
Bear again, he did – and killed
Both
the bears, he did – and took them home
And
cooked
them,
too, and ate
them!
And that's all.
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I still think bears have the right idea about winter, whether in "torpor" or so-called hibernation (see last week) |
The following is the
complete original text of James Whitcomb Riley's "The Bear Story."
THE BEAR STORY
BY
JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
In
the woods to shoot a Bear. So, he went out
'Way in the grea'-big
woods—he did.—An' he
Wuz goin' along—an' goin' along, you
know,
An' purty soon he heerd somepin' go "
Wooh!"—
Ist
thataway—"
Woo-ooh!" An' he wuz
skeered,
He
wuz. An' so he runned an' clumbed a tree—
A grea'-big tree, he
did,—a sicka-
more tree.
An' nen he heerd it ag'in: an' he
looked round,
An'
't'uz a Bear!—a grea'-big shore-nuff
Bear!—
No: 't'uz
two Bears, it wuz—two grea'-big
Bears—
One of 'em wuz—ist
one's a
grea'-big
Bear.—
But they ist
boff went "
Wooh!"—An'
here
they come
To climb the tree an' git the Little Boy
An'
eat him up!
An'
nen the Little Boy
He 'uz skeered worse'n ever! An' here come
The
grea'-big Bear a-climbin' th' tree to git
The Little Boy an' eat
him up—Oh,
no!—
It 'uzn't the
Big Bear 'at clumb
the tree—
It 'uz the
Little Bear. So here
he
come
Climbin' the tree—an' climbin' the tree! Nen when
He git
wite
clos't to the Little Boy, w'y nen
The Little Boy he
ist pulled up his gun
An'
shot the Bear, he did, an' killed
him dead!
An' nen the Bear he falled clean on down out
The
tree—away clean to the ground, he did—
Spling-splung!
he falled
plum down, an' killed him, too!
An' lit wite side
o' where the
Big Bear's at.
An' nen the Big Bear's awful mad, you
bet!—
'Cause—'cause the Little Boy he shot his gun
An'
killed the
Little Bear.—'Cause the
Big Bear
He—he
'uz the Little Bear's Papa.—An' so here
He come to climb
the big old tree an' git
The Little Boy an' eat him up! An'
when
The Little Boy he saw the
grea'-big Bear
A-comin',
he uz badder skeered, he wuz,
Than
any time! An' so he
think he'll climb
Up
higher—'way up higher in the
tree
Than the old
Bear kin climb, you know.—But he—
He
can't climb higher 'an old
Bears kin climb,—
'Cause
Bears kin climb up higher in the trees
Than any little Boys in all
the Wo-r-r-ld!
An' so here come the grea'-big-Bear, he
did,—
A-climbin' up—an' up the tree, to git
The Little Boy
an' eat him up! An' so
The Little Boy he clumbed on higher, an'
higher,
An' higher up the tree—an' higher—an' higher—
An'
higher'n iss-here
house is!—An' here come
Th' old
Bear—clos'ter to him all the time!—
An' nen—first thing you
know,—when th' old Big Bear
Wuz wite clos't to him—nen the
Little Boy
Ist jabbed his gun wite in the old Bear's mouf
An'
shot an' killed him dead!—No; I
fergot,—
He didn't
shoot the grea'-big Bear at all—
'Cause
they 'uz no load in
the gun, you know—
'Cause when he shot the
Little
Bear, w'y, nen
No load 'uz anymore nen
in the gun!
But th' Little Boy clumbed
higher up,
he did—
He clumbed
lots higher—an' on up
higher—an'
higher
An'
higher—tel he ist
can't climb no
higher,
'Cause nen the limbs 'uz all so little, 'way
Up in the
teeny-weeny tip-top of
The tree, they'd break down wiv him ef he
don't
Be keerful! So he stop an' think: An' nen
He look
around—An' here come th' old Bear!
An' so the Little Boy make up his mind
He's
got to ist git out o' there
some way!—
'Cause here come
the old Bear!—so clos't, his bref's
Purt 'nigh so's he kin feel
how hot it is
Ag'inst his bare feet—ist like old "Ring's"
bref
When he's ben out a-huntin' an's all tired.
So when th'
old Bear's so clos't—the Little Boy
Ist gives a grea'-big jump
fer '
nother tree—
No!—no he don't do that!—I tell you
what
The Little Boy does:—W'y, nen—w'y, he—Oh,
yes—
The
Little Boy
he finds a hole up there
'At's in the tree—an'
climbs in there an'
hides—
An'
nen th' old Bear
can't find the Little Boy
At all!—But, purty soon th' old Bear
finds
The Little Boy's
gun 'at's up there—'cause the
gun
It's too
tall to tooked wiv him in the hole.
So,
when the old Bear fin' the
gun, he knows
The Little Boy's
ist
hid 'round
somers there,—
An' th' old Bear
'gins to snuff an' sniff around,
An' sniff an' snuff around—so's
he kin find
Out where the Little Boy's hid at.—An' nen—nen—
Oh,
yes!—W'y, purty soon the old Bear climbs
'Way out on a
big limb—a grea'-long limb,—
An' nen the Little Boy climbs out
the hole
An' takes his ax an' chops the limb off!… Nen
The
old Bear falls
k-splunge! clean to the ground
An' bust an'
kill hisse'f plum dead, he did!
An' nen the Little Boy he git his gun
An'
'menced a-climbin' down the tree ag'in—
No!—no, he
didn't
git his
gun—'cause when
The
Bear falled, nen the
gun falled, too—An' broked
It all to pieces, too!—An'
nicest gun!—
His Pa ist buyed it!—An' the Little
Boy
Ist cried, he did; an' went on climbin' down
The tree—an'
climbin' down—an' climbin' down!—
An'-sir! when he 'uz
purt'-nigh down,—w'y, nen
The old Bear he jumped up ag'in—an'
he
Ain't dead at all—ist
'tendin' thataway,
So he kin
git the Little Boy an' eat
Him up! But the Little Boy he 'uz too
smart
To climb clean
down the tree.—An' the old Bear
He
can't climb
up the tree no more—'cause when
He fell, he
broke one of his—he broke
all
His legs!—an' nen he
couldn't climb! But he
Ist won't go'way an' let the Little
Boy
Come down out of the tree. An' the old Bear
Ist growls
'round there, he does—ist growls an' goes
"
Wooh!—woo-ooh!"
all the time! An' Little Boy
He haf to stay up in the tree—all
night—
An' 'thout no
supper neether!—On'y they
Wuz
apples on the tree!—An' Little Boy
Et apples—ist all
night—an' cried—an' cried!
Nen when 'tuz morning th' old Bear
went
"Wooh!"
Ag'in, an' try to climb up in the
tree
An' git the Little Boy.—But he
can't
Climb t'save
his
soul, he can't!—An'
oh! he's
mad!—
He
ist tear up the ground! an' go
"Woo-ooh!"
An'—
Oh,
yes!—purty soon, when morning's come
All
light—so's
you kin
see, you know,—w'y, nen
The old Bear finds the
Little Boy's
gun, you know,
'At's on the ground.—(An' it
ain't broke at all—
I ist
said that!) An' so the old Bear
think
He'll take the gun an'
shoot the Little Boy:—
But
Bears they don't know much 'bout shootin' guns;
So when he
go to shoot the Little Boy,
The old Bear got the
other end
the gun
Ag'in' his shoulder, 'stid o'
th' other end—
So
when he try to shoot the Little Boy,
It shot
the Bear, it
did—an' killed him dead!
An' nen the Little Boy clumb down the
tree
An' chopped his old woolly head off:—Yes, an' killed
The
other Bear ag'in, he did—an' killed
All
boff the
bears, he did—an' tuk 'em home
An'
cooked 'em, too, an'
et 'em!
—An'
that's all.
By the way, Riley also wrote “A Bear Family” in his TheBook of Joyous Children which I might post here sometime, but that link lets you find it in Project Gutenberg's many Public Domain books. I hope you go there often and also donate to their wonderful resource for Keeping The Public in Public Domain.
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This
is part of a series of postings of stories under the category,
"Keeping the Public in Public Domain." The idea
behind Public Domain was to preserve our cultural heritage after the
authors and their immediate heirs were compensated. I feel
strongly current copyright law delays this intent on works of the
20th century. My
own library of folklore includes so many books within the Public
Domain I decided to share stories from them. I hope you enjoy
discovering new stories.
At
the same time, my own involvement in storytelling regularly creates
projects requiring research as part of my sharing stories with an
audience. Whenever that research needs to be shown here, the publishing
of Public Domain stories will not occur that week. This is a return to
my regular posting of a research project here. (Don't worry, this
isn't dry research, my research is always geared towards future
storytelling to an audience.) Response has convinced me that "Keeping
the Public in Public Domain" should continue along with my other
postings as often as I can manage it.
Other
Public Domain story resources I recommend-
There
are many online resources for Public Domain stories, maybe none for
folklore is as ambitious as fellow storyteller, Yoel Perez's
database, Yashpeh,
the International Folktales Collection. I have long
recommended it and continue to do so. He has loaded
Stith Thompson's Motif Index into his server as a database so
you can search the whole 6 volumes for whatever word or expression
you like by pressing one key. http://folkmasa.org/motiv/motif.htm
- You may have noticed I'm no
longer certain Dr. Perez has the largest database, although his
offering the Motif Index certainly qualifies for those of us seeking
specific types of stories. There's another site, FairyTalez
claiming to be the largest, with "over 2000 fairy tales,
folktales, and fables" and they are "fully optimized for
phones, tablets, and PCs", free and presented without ads.
Between those two sites, there
is much for story-lovers, but as they say in infomercials, "Wait,
there's more!"
The
email list for storytellers, Storytell,
discussed Online Story Sources and came up with these additional
suggestions:
-
Story-Lovers - http://www.story-lovers.com/ is now only accessible
through the Wayback Machine, described below, but Jackie Baldwin's
wonderful site lives on there, fully searchable manually (the Google
search doesn't work), at https://archive.org/ . It's not easy, but go to Story-lovers.com snapshot for October 22 2016 and you can click on SOS: Searching Out Stories to scroll down through the many story topics and click on the story topic that interests you.
You're
going to find many of the links on these sites have gone down, BUT
go to the Internet Archive
Wayback Machine to find some of these old links. Tim's
site, for example, is so huge probably updating it would be a
full-time job. In the case of Story-Lovers, it's great that
Jackie Baldwin set it up to stay online as long as it did after she
could no longer maintain it. Possibly searches maintained it.
Unfortunately Storytell list member, Papa Joe is on both Tim
Sheppard's site and Story-Lovers, but he no longer maintains his old
Papa Joe's Traveling Storytelling Show website and his Library
(something you want to see!) is now only on the Wayback Machine. It
took some patience working back through claims of snapshots but finally
in December of 2006 it appears!
Somebody
as of this writing whose stories can still be found by his website
is the late Chuck Larkin - http://chucklarkin.com/stories.html.
I prefer to list these sites by their complete address so they can
be found by the Wayback Machine, a.k.a. Archive.org, when that
becomes the only way to find them.
You
can see why I recommend these to you. Have fun
discovering even more stories!