VII. the Phonograph VII. the Phonograph of «Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings» by Joel Chandler Harris: the whole text, 19 sentences and 365 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.
1 "UNC REMUS," asked a tall, awkward-looking negro, who was one of a crowd surrounding the old man, "w'at's dish 'ere w'at dey calls de fonygraf--dish yer inst'ument w'at kin holler 'roun' like little chillun in de back yard?" 2 "I ain't seed um," said Uncle Remus, feeling in his pocket for a fresh chew of tobacco. " 3 I ain't seed um, but I year talk un um. 4 Miss Sally wuz a readin' in de papers las' Chuseday, an' she say dat's it's a mighty big watchyoumaycollum." 5 "A mighty big w'ich?" asked one of the crowd. 6 "A mighty big w'atsizname," answered Uncle Remus, cautiously. " 7 I wuzzent up dar close to whar Miss Sarah wuz a readin', but I kinder geddered in dat it wuz one er deze 'ere w'atzisnames w'at you hollers inter one year an it comes out er de udder. 8 Hit's mighty funny unter me how dese fokes kin go an' prognosticate der eckoes inter one er deze yer i'on boxes, an' dar hit'll stay on twel de man comes long an' tu'ns de handle an' let's de fuss come pilin' out. 9 Bimeby dey'll git ter makin' sho' nuff fokes, an' den dere'll be a racket 'roun' here. 10 Dey tells me dat it goes off like one er deze yer torpedoes." 11 "You year dat, don't you?" said one or two of the younger negroes. 12 "Dat's w'at dey tells me," continued Uncle Remus. " 13 Dat's w'at dey sez. 14 Hit's one er deze yer kinder w'atzisnames w'at sasses back w'en you hollers at it." 15 "W'at dey fix um fer, den?" asked one of the practical negroes. 16 "Dat's w'at I wanter know," said Uncle Remus, contemplatively. " 17 But dat's w'at Miss Sally wuz a readin' in de paper. 18 All you gotter do is ter holler at de box, an' dar's yo' remarks. 19 Dey goes in, an' dar dey er tooken and dar dey hangs on twel you shakes de box, an' den dey draps out des ez fresh ez deze yer fishes w'at you git fum Savannah, an' you ain't got time fer ter look at dere gills, nudder." ← previous VI. Uncle Remus With the Toothachenext → VIII. Race Improvement↑ back to Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/53/