X. a Case of Measles X. a Case of Measles of «Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings» by Joel Chandler Harris: the whole text, 30 sentences and 471 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself; 1 of them are in the tales treebank and were checked by a teacher model.
1 "YOU'VE been looking like you were rather under the weather for the past week or two, Uncle Remus," said a gentleman to the old man. 2 "You'd be sorter puny, too, boss, if you'd er bin whar I bin." 3 "Where have you been?" 4 "Pear ter me like eve'ybody done year 'bout dat. 5 Dey ain't no ole nigger my age an' size dat's had no rattliner time dan I is." 6 "A kind of picnic?" 7 "Go long, boss! w'at you speck I be doin' sailin' 'roun' ter dese yer cullud picnics? 8 Much mo' an' I wouldn't make bread by wukkin' fer't, let 'lone follerin' up a passel er boys an' gals all over keration. 9 Boss, ain't you year 'bout it, sho' 'nuff?" 10 "I haven't, really. 11 What was the matter?" 12 "I got strucken wid a sickness, an' she hit de ole nigger a joe- darter 'fo' she tu'n 'im loose." 13 "What kind of sickness?" 14 "Hit look sorter cu'ous, boss, but ole an' steddy ez I is, I tuck'n kotch de meezles." 15 "Oh, get out! 16 You are trying to get up a sensation." 17 "Hit's a natal fack, boss, I declar' ter grashus ef 'tain't. 18 Dey sorter come on wid a col', like--leas'ways dat's how I commence fer ter suffer, an' den er koff got straddle er de col'--one dese yer koffs w'at look like hit goes ter de foundash'n. 19 I kep' on linger'n' 'roun' sorter keepin' one eye on the rheumatiz an' de udder on de distemper, twel, bimeby, I begin fer ter feel de trestle-wuk give way, an' den I des know'd dat I wuz gwineter gitter racket. 20 I slipt inter bed one Chuseday night, an' I never slip out no mo' fer mighty nigh er mont'. 21 "Nex' mornin' de meezles 'd done kivered me, an' den ef I didn't git dosted by de ole 'oman I'm a Chinee. 22 She gimme back rashuns er sassafac tea. 23 I des natchully hankered an' got hongry atter water, an ev'y time I sing out fer water I got b'ilin' hot sassafac tea. 24 Hit got so dat w'en I wake up in de mornin' de ole 'oman 'd des come long wid a kittle er tea an' fill me up. 25 Dey tells me 'roun' town dat chilluns don't git hurted wid de meezles, w'ich ef dey don't I wanter be a baby de nex' time dey hits dis place. 26 All dis yer meezles bizness is bran'-new ter me. 27 In ole times, 'fo' de wah, I ain't heer tell er no seventy-fi'- year-ole nigger grapplin' wid no meezles. checked by a teacher 28 Dey ain't ketchin' no mo', is dey, boss?" 29 "Oh, no--I suppose not." 30 "'Kase ef dey is, you k'n des put my name down wid de migrashun niggers." ← previous IX. in the Role of a Tartarnext → XI. the Emigrants↑ back to Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings This page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/56/