V. a Confession V. a Confession of «Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings» by Joel Chandler Harris: the whole text, 14 sentences and 294 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.
1 "W'AT'S dis yer I see, great big niggers gwine 'lopin' 'roun' town wid cakes 'n pies fer ter sell?" asked Uncle Remus recently, in his most scornful tone. 2 "That's what they are doing," responded a young man; "that's the way they make a living." 3 "Dat w'at make I say w'at I duz--dat w'at keep me grum'lin' w'en I goes in cullud fokes s'ciety. 4 Some niggers ain't gwine ter wuk nohow, an' hit's flingin' way time fer ter set enny chain-gang traps fer ter ketch um." 5 "Well, now, here!" exclaimed the young man, in a dramatic tone, "what are you giving us now? 6 Isn't it just as honest and just as regular to sell pies as it is to do any other kind of work?" 7 "'Tain't dat, boss:' said the old man, seeing that he was about to be cornered; 'tain't dat. 8 Hit's de nas'ness un it w'at gits me." 9 "Oh, get out!" 10 "Dat's me, boss, up an' down. 11 Ef dere's ruinashun ennywhar in de known wurril, she goes in de comp'ny uv a hongry nigger w'at's a totin' pies 'roun.' 12 Sometimes w'en I git kotch wid emptiness in de pit er de stummuck, an' git ter fairly honin' arter sumpin' w'at got substance in it, den hit look like unto me dat I kin stan' flat-footed an' make more cle'r money eatin' pies dan I could if I wuz ter sell de las' one 'twixt dis an' Chris'mus. 13 An' de nigger w'at k'n trapes 'round wid pies and not git in no alley-way an' sample um, den I'm bleedzd ter say dat nigger out- niggers me an' my fambly. 14 So dar now!" ← previous Turnip Salad As a Textnext → VI. Uncle Remus With the Toothache↑ back to Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/51/