--- title: XIX. As a Weather Prophet — Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings · full text with trees description: XIX. As a Weather Prophet, «Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings» by Joel Chandler Harris: the whole chapter, every sentence with its dependency tree and pragmatics. It begins: UNCLE REMUS was enlightening a crowd of negroes at the car-shed yesterday. --- [Mova](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) · [this page in HTML](https://mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/) [home](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/) / [corpora](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/) / [tales](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/) / [Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/) / XIX. As a Weather Prophet # XIX. As a Weather Prophet XIX. As a Weather Prophet of «Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings» by Joel Chandler Harris: the whole text, 23 sentences and 364 words. Every sentence has its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself. - [1](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/1/) — UNCLE REMUS was enlightening a crowd of negroes at the car-shed yesterday. - [2](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/2/) — "Dar ain't nuthin'," said the old man, shaking his head pensively, "dat ain't got no change wrote on it. - [3](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/3/) — Dar ain't nothin dat ain't spotted befo' hit begins fer ter commence. - [4](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/4/) — We all speunces dat p'overdence w'at lifts us up fum one place an' sets us down in de udder. - [5](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/5/) — Hit's continerly a movin' an a movin'." - [6](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/6/) — "Dat's so!" " - [7](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/7/) — You er talkin' now!" came from several of his hearers. - [8](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/8/) — "I year Miss Sally readin' dis mawnin," continued the old man, "dat a man wuz comin' down yer fer ter take keer er de wedder-- wunner deze yer Buro mens w'at goes 'roun' a puttin' up an' pullin' down." - [9](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/9/) — "W'at he gwine do 'roun' yer?" asked one. - [10](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/10/) — "He's a gwineter regelate de wedder," replied Uncle Remus, sententiously. " - [11](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/11/) — He's a gwineter fix hit up so dat dere won't be so much worriment 'mong de w'ite fokes 'bout de kinder wedder w'at falls to dere lot." - [12](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/12/) — "He gwine dish em up," suggested one of the older ones, "like man dish out sugar. - [13](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/13/) — "No," answered Uncle Remus, mopping his benign features with a very large and very red bandana. " - [14](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/14/) — He's a gwineter fix um better'n dat. - [15](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/15/) — He's a gwineter fix um up so you kin have any kinder wedder w'at you want widout totin' her home." - [16](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/16/) — "How's dat?" asked some one. - [17](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/17/) — "Hit's dis way," said the old man, thoughtfully. " - [18](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/18/) — In co'se you knows w'at kinder wedder you wants. - [19](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/19/) — Well, den, w'en de man comes long, w'ich Miss Sally say he will, you des gotter go up dar, pick out yo' wedder an' dere'll be a clock sot fer ter suit yo' case, an' w'en you git home, dere'll be yo' wedder a settin' out in de yard waitin' fer you. - [20](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/20/) — I wish he wuz yer now," the old man continued. " - [21](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/21/) — I'd take a pa'r er frosts in mine, ef I kotched cold fer it. - [22](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/22/) — Dat's me!" - [23](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/65/23/) — There were various exclamations of assent, and the old man went on his way singing, "Don't you Grieve Atter Me." - ← previous: [XVIII. a Temperance Reformer](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/64/) - next →: [XX. the Old Man's Troubles](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/66/) - ↑ back to [Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings](https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg2306/)