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+Title: Riley Child-Rhymes
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+Author: James Whitcomb Riley
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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RILEY CHILD-RHYMES ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Maria Cecilia Lim and PG Distributed Proofreaders
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells
+abou--Frontispiece]
+
+
+
+
+RILEY
+CHILD-RHYMES
+
+James Whitcomb Riley
+
+
+WITH HOOSIER PICTURES BY
+
+Will Vawter
+
+
+
+
+Copyright 1890, 1896, 1898 and 1905
+
+
+
+
+WITH HALE AFFECTION AND ABIDING FAITH
+THESE RHYMES AND PICTURES
+ARE INSCRIBED
+TO THE CHILDREN EVERYWHERE
+
+
+
+
+_He owns the bird-songs of the hills--
+The laughter of the April rills;
+And his are all the diamonds set
+In Morning's dewy coronet,--
+And his the Dusk's first minted stars
+That twinkle through the pasture-bars
+And litter all the skies at night
+With glittering scraps of silver light;--
+The rainbow's bar, from rim to rim,
+In beaten gold, belongs to him._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+[Note from the transcriber: The Table of Contents below was taken from
+the book and is an alphabetical list of the poems. A second Table of
+Contents, listing the poems in the order they occur in this book, has
+been provided by the transcriber.]
+
+AT AUNTY'S HOUSE
+
+BEAR STORY, THE
+
+BOY LIVES ON OUR FARM, THE
+
+BOYS' CANDIDATE, THE
+
+BUMBLEBEE, THE
+
+CIRCUS-DAY PARADE, THE
+
+CURLY LOCKS
+
+DAYS GONE BY, THE
+
+DOWN AROUND THE RIVER
+
+ENVOY
+
+FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW, THE
+
+GRANDFATHER SQUEERS
+
+HAPPY LITTLE CRIPPLE, THE
+
+HOME-MADE FAIRY-TALE, A
+
+IMPETUOUS RESOLVE, AN
+
+JOLLY MILLER, THE
+
+LIFE-LESSON, A
+
+LITTLE COAT, THE
+
+LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE
+
+LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG, THE
+
+NAUGHTY CLAUDE
+
+NINE LITTLE GOBLINS, THE
+
+OLD AUNT MARY'S
+
+OLD HAY-MOW, THE
+
+OLD TRAMP, THE
+
+ON THE SUNNY SIDE
+
+OUR HIRED GIRL
+
+PET COON, THE
+
+PIXY PEOPLE, THE
+
+RAGGEDY MAN, THE
+
+RIDER OF THE KNEE, THE
+
+RUNAWAY BOY, THE
+
+SOUTH WIND AND THE SUN, THE
+
+SQUIRTGUN UNCLE MAKED ME, THE
+
+SUDDEN SHOWER, A
+
+TIME OF CLEARER TWITTERINGS
+
+WAITIN' FER THE CAT TO DIE
+
+WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ
+
+WINTER FANCIES
+
+
+
+
+Contents (Listed in the Order They Appear)
+
+LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE
+
+THE RAGGEDY MAN
+
+CURLY LOCKS
+
+THE FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW
+
+THE HAPPY LITTLE CRIPPLE
+
+THE RIDER OF THE KNEE
+
+DOWN AROUND THE RIVER
+
+AT AUNTY'S HOUSE
+
+THE DAYS GONE BY
+
+THE BUMBLEBEE
+
+THE BOY LIVES ON OUR FARM
+
+THE SQUIRTGUN UNCLE MAKED ME
+
+THE OLD TRAMP
+
+OLD AUNT MARY'S
+
+WINTER FANCIES
+
+THE RUNAWAY BOY
+
+THE LITTLE COAT
+
+AN IMPETUOUS RESOLVE
+
+WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ
+
+THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS
+
+TIME OF CLEARER TWITTERINGS
+
+THE CIRCUS-DAY PARADE
+
+THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG
+
+WAITIN' FER THE CAT TO DIE
+
+NAUGHTY CLAUDE
+
+THE SOUTH WIND AND THE SUN
+
+THE JOLLY MILLER
+
+OUR HIRED GIRL
+
+THE BOYS' CANDIDATE
+
+THE PET COON
+
+THE OLD HAY-MOW
+
+ON THE SUNNY SIDE
+
+A SUDDEN SHOWER
+
+GRANDFATHER SQUEERS
+
+THE PIXY PEOPLE
+
+A LIFE-LESSON
+
+A HOME-MADE FAIRY-TALE
+
+THE BEAR STORY
+
+ENVOY
+
+
+
+
+ILLUSTRATIONS
+
+WITCH-TALES
+
+THEY WAS TWO GREAT BIG BLACK THINGS A-STANDIN' BY HER SIDE
+
+AN' WHEN THEY TURN'T THE KIVVERS DOWN
+
+LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE--TAILPIECE
+
+THE RAGGEDY MAN--TITLE
+
+HE SHOWED ME THE HOLE 'AT THE WUNKS IS GOT
+
+CURLY LOCKS--TITLE
+
+SIT ON A CUSHION AND SEW A FINE SEAM
+
+THE FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW--TITLE
+
+NEVER KNEW A BABY THAT WOULDN'T CROW FOR HIM
+
+THE HAPPY LITTLE CRIPPLE--TITLE
+
+AN' I PECK ON THE WINDER
+
+AN' COOKS A' EGG FER ME
+
+THE HAPPY LITTLE CRIPPLE--TAILPIECE
+
+THE RIDER OF THE KNEE
+
+DOWN AROUND THE RIVER--TITLE
+
+NOON-TIME AND JUNE-TIME DOWN AROUND THE RIVER
+
+DOWN AROUND THE RIVER--TAILPIECE
+
+AT AUNTY'S HOUSE--TITLE
+
+WE ET OUT ON THE PORCH
+
+THE DAYS GONE BY--TITLE
+
+IN THE ORCHARD
+
+THE BUMBLEBEE
+
+THE BOY LIVES ON OUR FARM--TITLE
+
+STAND UP LIKE HIM AN' DRIVE
+
+THE SQUIRTGUN UNCLE MAKED ME--TITLE
+
+THE SQUIRTGUN--TAILPIECE
+
+AN' NEN HE PEELED OFF THE BARK
+
+THE OLD TRAMP
+
+WE PATTER ALONG IN THE DUST AGAIN
+
+OLD AUNT MARY'S--TAILPIECE
+
+WINTER FANCIES--TITLE
+
+WINTER WITHOUT AND WARMTH WITHIN
+
+HERE IN MY ROOM I'M AS SNUGLY SHUT
+
+AN' A GREA'-BIG PIG WENT "BOOH!"
+
+HUG WITE CLOSE ROUND HER NECK
+
+THE LITTLE COAT
+
+THE LITTLE COAT--TAILPIECE
+
+AN IMPETUOUS RESOLVE--TITLE
+
+I'M GO' TO BE A BAKER
+
+A-SLINGIN' PIE-CRUST 'LONG THE ROAD
+
+WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ--TITLE
+
+AN' QUAR'L WITH HIS FROSTED HEELS
+
+WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ--TAILPIECE
+
+THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS
+
+THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS--TAILPIECE
+
+TIME OF CLEARER TWITTERINGS--TITLE
+
+WHERE THE SHELLBARK HICKORY TREE
+
+THE CIRCUS-DAY PARADE
+
+HOW THE CAGES JOLTED PAST
+
+AND, LAST OF ALL, THE CLOWN
+
+THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG--TITLE
+
+WAITIN' FER THE CAT TO DIE--TITLE
+
+BAREFOOTED, HUNGRY, LEAN, ORNRY BOYS
+
+WHY YOU ROCK SO SLOW?
+
+NAUGHTY CLAUDE
+
+THE SOUTH WIND AND THE SUN--TITLE
+
+THIS PAIR OF MERRY FAYS
+
+THE JOLLY MILLER--TITLE
+
+THAT CAT O' YOURN I'D KILL HER
+
+WUZ PARCHIN' CORN FER THE RAGGEDY MAN
+
+THE BOYS' CANDIDATE
+
+THE PET COON--TITLE
+
+AN' NEN WHEN BILLY FIGHTED ME
+
+THE OLD HAY-MOW--TITLE
+
+IN OUR HAY-MOW WHERE I KEEP STORE
+
+ON THE SUNNY SIDE--TITLE
+
+AS A ROMPING BOY
+
+A SUDDEN SHOWER--TITLE
+
+SCHOOLGIRL FACES ... GLEAM FROM THE SHAWLS ABOUT THEIR HEADS
+
+A SUDDEN SHOWER--TAILPIECE
+
+GRANDFATHER SQUEERS--TITLE
+
+AND SMOKE LEAF-TOBACCO
+
+GRANDFATHER SQUEERS--TAILPIECE
+
+THE PIXY PEOPLE--TITLE
+
+WINGED ABOVE THE WALK
+
+A LIFE-LESSON--TITLE
+
+BUT HEAVEN HOLDS ALL FOR WHICH YOU SIGH
+
+A HOME-MADE FAIRY-TALE--TITLE
+
+A LITTLE DUDE-FAIRY
+
+ENVOY
+
+
+
+
+RILEY CHILD-RHYMES
+
+
+
+
+LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE
+
+[Illustration: They was two great big black things a-standin' by her side]
+
+Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
+An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
+An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
+An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
+An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
+We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
+A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
+An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
+  Ef you
+    Don't
+      Watch
+        Out!
+
+Onc't they was a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
+So when he went to bed at night, away up stairs,
+His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
+An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wasn't there at all!
+An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
+An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'wheres, I guess;
+But all they ever found was thist his pants an' roundabout:--
+An' the Gobble-uns'll git you
+  Ef you
+    Don't
+      Watch
+        Out!
+
+[Illustration: An' when they turn't the kivvers down]
+
+An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
+An' make fun of ever'one, an' all her blood an' kin;
+An' onc't, when they was "company," an' ole folks was there,
+She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
+An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
+They was two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
+An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
+An' the Gobble-uns'll git you
+  Ef you
+    Don't
+      Watch
+        Out!
+
+An' little Orphant Annie says when the blaze is blue,
+An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes _woo-oo!_
+An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
+An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
+You better mind yer parents, an' yer teachers fond an' dear,
+An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
+An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
+Er the Gobble-uns'll git you
+  Ef you
+    Don't
+      Watch
+        Out!
+
+[Illustration: Little Orphant Annie--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+THE RAGGEDY MAN
+
+[Illustration: The Raggedy Man--Title]
+
+O The Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;
+An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!
+He comes to our house every day,
+An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;
+An' he opens the shed--an' we all ist laugh
+When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;
+An' nen--ef our hired girl says he can--
+He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann.--
+  Aint he a' awful good Raggedy Man?
+    Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
+
+W'y, The Raggedy Man--he's ist so good
+He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
+An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
+An' does most things 'at _boys_ can't do!--
+He clumbed clean up in our big tree
+An' shooked a' apple down fer me--
+An' nother'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann--
+An' nother'n', too, fer The Raggedy Man.--
+  Aint he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
+    Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
+
+[Illustration: He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got]
+
+An' The Raggedy Man, he knows most rhymes
+An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes:
+Knows 'bout Giunts, an' Griffuns, an' Elves,
+An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers therselves!
+An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot,
+He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got,
+'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can
+Turn into me, er 'Lizabuth Ann!
+  Aint he a funny old Raggedy Man?
+    Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
+
+The Raggedy Man--one time when he
+Wuz makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me,
+Says "When _you're_ big like your Pa is,
+Air you go' to keep a fine store like his--
+An' be a rich merchunt--an' wear fine clothes?--
+Er what _air_ you go' to be, goodness knows!"
+An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,
+An' I says "'M go' to be a Raggedy Man!--
+  I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"
+    Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
+
+
+
+
+CURLY LOCKS
+
+[Illustration: Curly Locks--Title]
+
+_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine,--
+But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
+
+Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+The throb of my heart is in every line,
+And the pulse of a passion as airy and glad
+In its musical beat as the little Prince had!
+
+[Illustration: Sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam]
+
+Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine!--
+O I'll dapple thy hands with these kisses of mine
+Till the pink of the nail of each finger shall be
+As a little pet blush in full blossom for me.
+
+But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+And thou shalt have fabric as fair as a dream,--
+The red of my veins, and the white of my love,
+And the gold of my joy for the braiding thereof.
+
+And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream
+From a service of silver, with jewels agleam,--
+At thy feet will I bide, at thy beck will I rise,
+And twinkle my soul in the night of thine eyes!
+
+_Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
+Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine.--
+But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
+And feast upon strawberries, sugar and cream._
+
+
+
+
+THE FUNNY LITTLE FELLOW
+
+[Illustration: The Funny Little Fellow--Title]
+
+'Twas a Funny Little Fellow
+  Of the very purest type,
+For he had a heart as mellow
+  As an apple over-ripe;
+And the brightest little twinkle
+  When a funny thing occurred,
+And the lightest little tinkle
+  Of a laugh you ever heard!
+
+His smile was like the glitter
+  Of the sun in tropic lands,
+And his talk a sweeter twitter
+  Than the swallow understands;
+Hear him sing--and tell a story--
+  Snap a joke--ignite a pun,--
+'Twas a capture--rapture--glory,
+  And explosion--all in one!
+
+Though he hadn't any money--
+  That condiment which tends
+To make a fellow "honey"
+  For the palate of his friends;--
+Sweet simples he compounded--
+  Sovereign antidotes for sin
+Or taint,--a faith unbounded
+  That his friends were genuine.
+
+He wasn't honored, may be--
+  For his songs of praise were slim,--
+Yet I never knew a baby
+  That wouldn't crow for him;
+I never knew a mother
+  But urged a kindly claim
+Upon him as a brother,
+  At the mention of his name.
+
+[Illustration: Never knew a baby that wouldn't crow for him]
+
+The sick have ceased their sighing
+  And have even found the grace
+Of a smile when they were dying
+  As they looked upon his face;
+And I've seen his eyes of laughter
+  Melt in tears that only ran
+As though, swift dancing after,
+  Came the Funny Little Man.
+
+He laughed away the sorrow,
+  And he laughed away the gloom
+We are all so prone to borrow
+  From the darkness of the tomb;
+And he laughed across the ocean
+  Of a happy life, and passed,
+With a laugh of glad emotion,
+  Into Paradise at last.
+
+And I think the Angels knew him,
+  And had gathered to await
+His coming, and run to him
+  Through the widely-opened Gate--
+With their faces gleaming sunny
+  For his laughter-loving sake,
+And thinking, "What a funny
+  Little Angel he will make!"
+
+
+
+
+THE HAPPY LITTLE CRIPPLE
+
+[Illustration: The Happy Little Cripple--Title]
+
+I'm thist a little cripple boy, an' never goin' to grow
+An' get a great big man at all!--'cause Aunty told me so.
+When I was thist a baby onc't, I falled out of the bed
+An' got "The Curv'ture of the Spine"--'at's what the Doctor said.
+I never had no Mother nen--fer my Pa runned away
+An' dassn't come back here no more--'cause he was drunk one day
+An' stobbed a man in thish-ere town, an' couldn't pay his fine!
+An' nen my Ma she died--an' I got "Curv'ture of the Spine!"
+
+[Illustration: An' I peck on the winder]
+
+I'm nine years old! An' you can't guess how much I weigh, I bet!--
+Last birthday I weighed thirty-three!--An' I weigh thirty yet!
+I'm awful little fer my size--I'm purt' nigh littler 'nan
+Some babies is!--an' neighbers all calls me "The Little Man!"
+An' Doc one time he laughed an' said: "I 'spect, first thing you know,
+You'll have a little spike-tail coat an' travel with a show!"
+An' nen I laughed--till I looked round an' Aunty was a-cryin'--
+Sometimes she acts like that, 'cause I got "Curv'ture of the Spine."
+
+I set--while Aunty's washin'--on my little long-leg stool,
+An' watch the little boys an' girls a-skippin' by to school;
+An' I peck on the winder, an' holler out an' say:
+"Who wants to fight The Little Man 'at dares you all today?"
+An', nen the boys climbs on the fence, an' little girls peeks through,
+An' they all says: "Cause you're so big, you think we're 'feared o' you!"
+An' nen they yell, an' shake their fist at me, like I shake mine--
+They're thist in fun, you know, 'cause I got "Curv'ture of the Spine!"
+
+At evening, when the ironin's done, an' Aunty's fixed the fire,
+An' filled an' lit the lamp, an' trimmed the wick an' turned it higher,
+An' fetched the wood all in fer night, an' locked the kitchen door,
+An' stuffed the ole crack where the wind blows in up through the floor--
+She sets the kittle on the coals, an' biles an' makes the tea,
+An' fries the liver an' the mush, an' cooks a egg fer me;
+An' sometimes--when I cough so hard--her elderberry wine
+Don't go so bad fer little boys with "Curv'ture of the Spine!"
+
+[Illustration: An' cooks a' egg fer me]
+
+But Aunty's all so childish-like on my account, you see,
+I'm 'most afeard she'll be took down--an' 'at's what bothers me!--
+'Cause ef my good old Aunty ever would git sick an' die,
+I don't know what she'd do in heaven--till _I_ come, by an' by:--
+Fer she's so ust to all my ways, an' ever'thing, you know,
+An' no one there like me, to nuss an' worry over so!--
+'Cause all the little childerns there's so straight an' strong an' fine,
+They's nary angel 'bout the place with "Curv'ture of the Spine!"
+
+[Illustration: The Happy Little Cripple--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+THE RIDER OF THE KNEE
+
+Knightly Rider of the Knee
+Of Proud-prancing Unclery!
+Gaily mount, and wave the sign
+Of that mastery of thine.
+
+Pat thy steed and turn him free,
+Knightly Rider of the Knee!
+Sit thy charger as a throne--
+Lash him with thy laugh alone:
+
+Sting him only with the spur
+Of such wit as may occur,
+Knightly Rider of the Knee,
+In thy shriek of ecstasy.
+
+Would, as now, we might endure,
+Twain as one--thou miniature
+Ruler, at the rein of me--
+Knightly Rider of the Knee!
+
+[Illustration: The Rider of the Knee]
+
+
+
+
+DOWN AROUND THE RIVER
+
+[Illustration: Down Around the River--Title]
+
+Noon-time an' June-time, down around the river!
+Have to furse with 'Lizey Ann--but lawzy! I fergive her!
+Drives me off the place, an' says 'at all 'at she's a-wishin',
+Land o' gracious! time'll come I'll git enough o' fishin'!
+Little Dave, a-choppin' wood, never 'pears to notice;
+Don't know where she's hid his hat, er keerin' where his coat is,--
+Specalatin', more'n like, he haint a-goin' to mind me,
+An' guessin' where, say twelve o'clock, a feller'd likely find me!
+
+Noon-time an' June-time, down around the river!
+Clean out o' sight o' home, an' skulkin' under kivver
+Of the sycamores, jack-oaks, an' swamp-ash an' ellum--
+Idies all so jumbled up, you kin hardly tell 'em!--
+_Tired_, you know, but _lovin'_ it, an' smilin' jes' to think 'at
+Any _sweeter_ tiredness you'd fairly want to _drink_ it!
+Tired o' fishin'--tired o' fun--line out slack an' slacker--
+All you want in all the world's a little more tobacker!
+
+Hungry, but _a-hidin'_ it, er jes' a-not a-keerin':--
+Kingfisher gittin' up an' skootin' out o' hearin';
+Snipes on the t'other side, where the County Ditch is,
+Wadin' up an' down the aidge like they'd rolled their britches!
+Old turkle on the root kindo-sorto drappin'
+Intoo th' worter like he don't know how it happen!
+Worter, shade an' all so mixed, don't know which you'd orter
+Say; th' _worter_ in the shadder--_shadder_ in the _worter!_
+
+Somebody hollerin'--'way around the bend in
+Upper Fork--where yer eye kin jes' ketch the endin'
+Of the shiney wedge o' wake some muss-rat's a-makin'
+With that pesky nose o' his! Then a sniff o' bacon,
+Corn-bred an' 'dock-greens--an' little Dave a-shinnin'
+'Crost the rocks an' mussel-shells, a-limpin' an' a-grinnin',
+With yer dinner fer ye, an' a blessin' from the giver,
+Noon-time an' June-time down around the river!
+
+[Illustration: Noon-time and June-time down around the river]
+
+[Illustration: Down Around The River--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+AT AUNTY'S HOUSE
+
+[Illustration: At Aunty's House--Title]
+
+One time, when we'z at Aunty's house--
+  'Way in the country!--where
+They's ist but woods--an' pigs, an' cows--
+  An' all's out-doors an' air!--
+An' orchurd-swing; an' churry-trees--
+An' _churries_ in 'em!--Yes, an' these--
+Here red-head birds steals all they please,
+  An' tetch 'em ef you dare!--
+W'y, wunst, one time, when we wuz there,
+  _We et out on the porch!_
+
+[Illustration: We et out on the porch]
+
+Wite where the cellar-door wuz shut
+  The table wuz; an' I
+Let Aunty set by me an' cut
+  My vittuls up--an' pie.
+'Tuz awful funny!--I could see
+The red-heads in the churry-tree;
+An' bee-hives, where you got to be
+  So keerful, goin' by;--
+An' "Comp'ny" there an' all!--an' we--
+  _We et out on the porch!_
+
+An' I ist et _p'surves_ an' things
+  'At Ma don't 'low me to--
+An' _chickun-gizzurds_--(don't like _wings_
+  Like _Parunts_ does! do _you?_)
+An' all the time, the wind blowed there,
+An' I could feel it in my hair,
+An' ist smell clover _ever'_where!--
+  An' a' old red-head flew
+Purt' nigh wite over my high-chair,
+  _When we et on the porch!_
+
+
+
+
+THE DAYS GONE BY
+
+[Illustration: The Days Gone By--Title]
+
+O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
+The apples in the orchard, and the pathway through the rye;
+The chirrup of the robin, and the whistle of the quail
+As he piped across the meadows sweet as any nightingale;
+When the bloom was on the clover, and the blue was in the sky,
+And my happy heart brimmed over, in the days gone by.
+
+[Illustration: In the orchard]
+
+In the days gone by, when my naked feet were tripped
+By the honeysuckle tangles where the water-lilies dipped,
+And the ripples of the river lipped the moss along the brink,
+Where the placid-eyed and lazy-footed cattle came to drink,
+And the tilting snipe stood fearless of the truant's wayward cry
+And the splashing of the swimmer, in the days gone by.
+
+O the days gone by! O the days gone by!
+The music of the laughing lip, the lustre of the eye;
+The childish faith in fairies, and Aladdin's magic ring--
+The simple, soul-reposing, glad belief in everything,--
+When life was like a story, holding neither sob nor sigh,
+In the golden olden glory of the days gone by.
+
+
+
+
+THE BUMBLEBEE
+
+You better not fool with a Bumblebee!--
+Ef you don't think they can sting--you'll see!
+They're lazy to look at, an' kindo' go
+Buzzin' an' bummin' aroun' so slow,
+An' ac' so slouchy an' all fagged out,
+Danglin' their legs as they drone about
+The hollyhawks 'at they can't climb in
+'Ithout ist a-tumble-un out agin!
+Wunst I watched one climb clean 'way
+In a jim'son-blossom, I did, one day,--
+An' I ist grabbed it--an' nen let go--
+An' "_Ooh-ooh! Honey! I told ye so!_"
+Says The Raggedy Man; an' he ist run
+An' pullt out the stinger, an' don't laugh none,
+An' says: "They _has_ ben folks, I guess,
+'At thought I wuz predjudust, more er less,--
+Yit I still muntain 'at a Bumblebee
+Wears out his welcome too quick fer me!"
+
+[Illustration: The Bumblebee]
+
+
+
+
+THE BOY LIVES ON OUR FARM
+
+[Illustration: The Boy Lives on Our Farm--Title]
+
+The boy lives on our Farm, he's not
+  Afeard o' horses none!
+An' he can make 'em lope, er trot,
+  Er rack, er pace, er run.
+Sometimes he drives two horses, when
+  He comes to town an' brings
+A wagon-full o' 'taters nen,
+  An' roastin'-ears an' things.
+
+Two horses is "a team," he says,
+  An' when you drive er hitch,
+The right-un's a "near-horse," I guess
+  Er "off"--I don't know which--
+The Boy lives on our Farm, he told
+  Me, too, 'at he can see,
+By lookin' at their teeth, how old
+  A horse is, to a T!
+
+I'd be the gladdest boy alive
+  Ef I knowed much as that,
+An' could stand up like him an' drive,
+  An' ist push back my hat,
+Like he comes skallyhootin' through
+  Our alley, with one arm
+A-wavin' Fare-ye-well! to you--
+  The Boy lives on our Farm!
+
+[Illustration: Stand up like him an' drive]
+
+
+
+
+THE SQUIRTGUN UNCLE MAKED ME
+
+[Illustration: The Squirtgun Uncle Maked Me--Title]
+
+Uncle Sidney, when he wuz here,
+  Maked me a squirtgun out o' some
+Elder-bushes 'at growed out near
+Where wuz the brickyard--'way out clear
+    To where the toll-gate come!
+
+So when we walked back home again,
+  He maked it, out in our woodhouse where
+Wuz the old workbench, an' the old jack-plane,
+An' the old 'pokeshave, an' the tools all lay'n'
+    Ist like he wants 'em there.
+
+He sawed it first with the old hand-saw;
+  An' nen he peeled off the bark, an' got
+Some glass an' scraped it; an' told 'bout Pa,
+When _he_ wuz a boy an' fooled his Ma,
+    An' the whippin' 'at he caught.
+
+Nen Uncle Sidney, he took an' filed
+  A' old arn ramrod; an' one o' the ends
+He screwed fast into the vise; an' smiled,
+Thinkin', he said, o' when he wuz a child,
+    'Fore him an' Pa wuz mens.
+
+He punched out the peth, an' nen he put
+  A plug in the end with a hole notched through;
+Nen took the old drawey-knife an' cut
+An' maked a handle 'at shoved clean shut
+    But ist where yer hand held to.
+
+An' he wropt th'uther end with some string an' white
+  Piece o' the sleeve of a' old tored shirt;
+An' nen he showed me to hold it tight,
+An' suck in the water an' work it right
+    An' it 'ud ist squirt an' squirt!
+
+[Illustration: The Squirtgun--Tailpiece]
+
+[Illustration: An' nen he peeled off the bark]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD TRAMP
+
+[Illustration: The Old Tramp.]
+
+A Old Tramp slep' in our stable wunst,
+  An' The Raggedy Man he caught
+An' roust him up, an' chased him off
+  Clean out through our back lot!
+
+An' th' Old Tramp hollered back an' said,--
+  "You're a _purty_ man!--_You_ air!--
+With a pair o' eyes like two fried eggs,
+  An' a nose like a Bartlutt pear!"
+
+
+
+
+OLD AUNT MARY'S
+
+Wasn't it pleasant, O brother mine,
+In those old days of the lost sunshine
+Of youth--when the Saturday's chores were through,
+And the "Sunday's wood" in the kitchen, too,
+And we went visiting, "me and you,"
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's?
+
+It all comes back so clear to-day!
+Though I am as bald as you are gray--
+Out by the barn-lot, and down the lane,
+We patter along in the dust again,
+As light as the tips of the drops of the rain,
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's!
+
+We cross the pasture, and through the wood
+Where the old gray snag of the poplar stood,
+Where the hammering "red-heads" hopped awry,
+And the buzzard "raised" in the "clearing" sky
+And lolled and circled, as we went by
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's.
+
+And then in the dust of the road again;
+And the teams we met, and the countrymen;
+And the long highway, with sunshine spread
+As thick as butter on country bread,
+Our cares behind, and our hearts ahead
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's.
+
+[Illustration: We patter along in the dust again]
+
+Why, I see her now in the open door,
+Where the little gourds grew up the sides and o'er
+The clapboard roof!--And her face--ah, me!
+Wasn't it good for a boy to see--
+And wasn't it good for a boy to be
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's?
+
+And O my brother, so far away,
+This is to tell you she waits to-day
+To welcome us:--Aunt Mary fell
+Asleep this morning, whispering, "Tell
+The boys to come!" And all is well
+          Out to Old Aunt Mary's.
+
+[Illustration: Old Aunt Mary's--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+WINTER FANCIES
+
+[Illustration: Winter Fancies--Title]
+
+I
+
+  Winter without
+    And warmth within;
+  The winds may shout
+    And the storm begin;
+  The snows may pack
+    At the window pane,
+  And the skies grow black,
+    And the sun remain
+  Hidden away
+    The livelong day--
+But here--in here is the warmth of May!
+
+[Illustration: Winter without and warmth within]
+
+II
+
+  Swoop your spitefullest
+      Up the flue,
+      Wild Winds--do!
+What in the world do I care for you?
+  O delightfullest
+      Weather of all,
+      Howl and squall,
+And shake the trees till the last leaves fall!
+
+III
+
+  The joy one feels,
+      In an easy chair,
+  Cocking his heels
+      In the dancing air
+That wreathes the rim of a roaring stove
+Whose heat loves better than hearts can love,
+  Will not permit
+      The coldest day
+          To drive away
+The fire in his blood, and the bliss of it!
+
+IV
+
+Then blow, Winds, blow!
+  And rave and shriek,
+And snarl and snow
+  Till your breath grows weak--
+While here in my room
+  I'm as snugly shut
+As a glad little worm
+  In the heart of a nut!
+
+[Illustration: Here in my room I'm as snugly shut]
+
+
+
+
+THE RUNAWAY BOY
+
+Wunst I sassed my Pa, an' he
+Won't stand that, an' punished me,--
+Nen when he was gone that day,
+I slipped out an' runned away.
+
+I tooked all my copper-cents,
+An' clumbed over our back fence
+In the jimpson-weeds 'at growed
+Ever'where all down the road.
+
+Nen I got out there, an' nen
+I runned some--an' runned again
+When I met a man 'at led
+A big cow 'at shooked her head.
+
+I went down a long, long lane
+Where was little pigs a-play'n';
+An' a grea'-big pig went "Booh!"
+An' jumped up, an' skeered me too.
+
+Nen I scampered past, an' they
+Was somebody hollered "Hey!"
+An' I ist looked ever'where,
+An' they was nobody there.
+
+I _Want_ to, but I'm 'fraid to try
+To go back.... An' by-an'-by
+Somepin' hurts my throat inside--
+An' I want my Ma--an' cried.
+
+Nen a grea'-big girl come through
+Where's a gate, an' telled me who
+Am I? an' ef I tell where
+My home's at she'll show me there.
+
+But I couldn't ist but tell
+What's my _name_; an' she says well,
+An' she tooked me up an' says
+_She_ know where I live, she guess.
+
+[Illustration: An' a grea'-big pig went "Booh!"]
+
+Nen she telled me hug wite close
+Round her neck!--an' off she goes
+Skippin' up the street! An' nen
+Purty soon I'm home again.
+
+An' my Ma, when she kissed me,
+Kissed the _big girl_ too, an' _she_
+Kissed me--ef I p'omise _shore_
+I won't run away no more!
+
+[Illustration: Hug wite close round her neck]
+
+
+
+
+THE LITTLE COAT
+
+Here's his ragged "roundabout";
+Turn the pockets inside out:
+See; his pen-knife, lost to use,
+Rusted shut with apple-juice;
+Here, with marbles, top and string,
+Is his deadly "devil-sling,"
+With its rubber, limp at last
+As the sparrows of the past!
+Beeswax--buckles--leather straps--
+Bullets, and a box of caps,--
+Not a thing of all, I guess,
+But betrays some waywardness--
+E'en these tickets, blue and red,
+For the Bible-verses said--
+Such as this his mem'ry kept--
+                    "Jesus wept."
+
+[Illustration: The Little Coat]
+
+Here's a fishing hook-and-line,
+Tangled up with wire and twine,
+And dead angle-worms, and some
+Slugs of lead and chewing-gum,
+Blent with scents that can but come
+From the oil of rhodium.
+Here--a soiled, yet dainty note,
+That some little sweetheart wrote,
+Dotting,--"Vine grows round the stump,"
+And--"My sweetest sugar lump!"
+Wrapped in this--a padlock key
+Where he's filed a touch-hole--see!
+And some powder in a quill
+Corked up with a liver pill;
+And a spongy little chunk
+                    Of "punk."
+
+Here's the little coat--but O!
+Where is he we've censured so!
+Don't you hear us calling, dear?
+Back! come back, and never fear.--
+You may wander where you will,
+Over orchard, field and hill;
+You may kill the birds, or do
+Anything that pleases you!
+Ah, this empty coat of his!
+Every tatter worth a kiss;
+Every stain as pure instead
+As the white stars overhead:
+And the pockets--homes were they
+Of the little hands that play
+Now no more--but, absent, thus
+                    Beckon us.
+
+[Illustration: The Little Coat--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+AN IMPETUOUS RESOLVE
+
+[Illustration: An Impetuous Resolve--Title]
+
+When little Dickie Swope's a man,
+  He's go' to be a Sailor;
+An' little Hamey Tincher, he's
+  A-go' to be a Tailor:
+Bud Mitchell, he's a-go' to be
+  A stylish Carriage-Maker;
+An' when _I_ grow a grea'-big man,
+  I'm go' to be a Baker!
+
+An' Dick'll buy his sailor-suit
+  O' Hame; and Hame'll take it
+An' buy as fine a double-rigg
+  As ever Bud can make it:
+An' nen all three'll drive roun' fer me
+  An' we'll drive off togevver,
+A-slingin' pie-crust 'long the road
+  Ferever an' ferever!
+
+[Illustration: I'm go' to be a baker]
+
+[Illustration: A-slingin' pie-crust 'long the road]
+
+
+
+
+WHO SANTY-CLAUS WUZ
+
+[Illustration: Who Santy-Claus Wuz--Title]
+
+Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--
+Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.
+Fourth o' July's nothin' to it!--New Year's ain't a smell!
+Easter-Sunday--Circus-day--jes' all dead in the shell!
+Lawzy, though! at night, you know, to set around an' hear
+The old folks work the story off about the sledge an' deer,
+An' "Santy" skootin' round the roof, all wrapt in fur an' fuzz--
+Long afore
+                I knowed who
+                                  "Santy-Claus" wuz!
+
+Ust to wait, an' set up late, a week er two ahead;
+Couldn't hardly keep awake, ner wouldn't go to bed;
+Kittle stewin' on the fire, an' Mother settin' here
+Darnin' socks, an' rockin' in the skreeky rockin'-cheer;
+Pap gap', an' wonder where it wuz the money went,
+An' quar'l with his frosted heels, an' spill his liniment;
+An' me a-dreamin' sleigh-bells when the clock 'ud whir an' buzz,
+Long afore
+                I knowed who
+                                  "Santy-Claus" wuz!
+
+Size the fire-place up an' figger how "Ole Santy" could
+Manage to come down the chimbly, like they said he would;
+Wisht 'at I could hide an' see him--wunderd what he'd say
+Ef he ketched a feller layin' fer him thataway!
+But I _bet_ on him, an' _liked_ him, same as ef he had
+Turned to pat me on the back an' say, "Look here, my lad,
+Here's my pack,--jes' he'p yourse'f, like all good boys does!"
+Long afore
+                I knowed who
+                                   "Santy-Claus" wuz!
+
+[Illustration: An' quar'l with his frosted heels]
+
+Wisht that yarn was true about him, as it 'peared to be--
+Truth made out o' lies like that-un's good enough fer me!--
+Wisht I still wuz so confidin' I could jes' go wild
+Over hangin' up my stockin's, like the little child
+Climbin' in my lap to-night, an' beggin' me to tell
+'Bout them reindeers, and "Old Santy" that she loves so well
+I'm half sorry fer this little-girl-sweetheart of his--
+Long afore
+                She knows who
+                                  "Santy-Claus" is!
+
+[Illustration: Who Santy-Claus Wuz--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS
+
+They all climbed up on a high board-fence--
+  Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes--
+Nine little Goblins that had no sense,
+  And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;
+    And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat--
+    And I asked them what they were staring at.
+
+And the first one said, as he scratched his head
+  With a queer little arm that reached out of his ear
+And rasped its claws in his hair so red--
+  "This is what this little arm is fer!"
+    And he scratched and stared, and the next one said,
+    "How on earth do _you_ scratch your head?"
+
+And he laughed like the screech of a rusty hinge--
+  Laughed and laughed till his face grew black;
+And when he choked, with a final twinge
+  Of his stifling laughter, he thumped his back
+    With a fist that grew on the end of his tail
+    Till the breath came back to his lips so pale.
+
+[Illustration: The Nine Little Goblins]
+
+And the third little Goblin leered round at me--
+  And there were no lids on his eyes at all--
+And he clucked one eye, and he says, says he,
+  "What is the style of your socks this fall?"
+    And he clapped his heels--and I sighed to see
+    That he had hands where his feet should be.
+
+Then a bald-faced Goblin, gray and grim,
+  Bowed his head, and I saw him slip
+His eyebrows off, as I looked at him,
+  And paste them over his upper lip;
+    And then he moaned in remorseful pain--
+    "Would--Ah, would I'd me brows again!"
+
+And then the whole of the Goblin band
+  Rocked on the fence-top to and fro,
+And clung, in a long row, hand in hand,
+  Singing the songs that they used to know--
+    Singing the songs that their grandsires sung
+    In the goo-goo days of the Goblin-tongue.
+
+And ever they kept their green-glass eyes
+  Fixed on me with a stony stare--
+Till my own grew glazed with a dread surmise,
+  And my hat whooped up on my lifted hair,
+    And I felt the heart in my breast snap to
+    As you've heard the lid of a snuff-box do.
+
+And they sang "You're asleep! There is no board-fence,
+  And never a Goblin with green-glass eyes!--
+'Tis only a vision the mind invents
+  After a supper of cold mince-pies,--
+And you're doomed to dream this way," they said,--
+"_And you sha'n't wake up till you're clean plum dead!_"
+
+[Illustration: The Nine Little Goblins--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+TIME OF CLEARER TWITTERINGS
+
+[Illustration: Time of Clearer Twitterings--Title]
+
+I.
+
+Time of crisp and tawny leaves,
+And of tarnished harvest sheaves,
+And of dusty grasses--weeds--
+Thistles, with their tufted seeds
+Voyaging the Autumn breeze
+Like as fairy argosies:
+Time of quicker flash of wings,
+And of clearer twitterings
+In the grove, or deeper shade
+Of the tangled everglade,--
+Where the spotted water-snake
+Coils him in the sunniest brake;
+And the bittern, as in fright,
+Darts, in sudden, slanting flight,
+Southward, while the startled crane
+Films his eyes in dreams again.
+
+II
+
+Down along the dwindled creek
+We go loitering. We speak
+Only with old questionings
+Of the dear remembered things
+Of the days of long ago,
+When the stream seemed thus and so
+In our boyish eyes:--The bank
+Greener then, through rank on rank
+Of the mottled sycamores,
+Touching tops across the shores:
+Here, the hazel thicket stood--
+There, the almost pathless wood
+Where the shellbark hickory tree
+Rained its wealth on you and me.
+Autumn! as you loved us then,
+Take us to your heart again!
+
+III
+
+Season halest of the year!
+How the zestful atmosphere
+Nettles blood and brain, and smites
+Into life the old delights
+We have tasted in our youth,
+And our graver years, forsooth!
+How again the boyish heart
+Leaps to see the chipmunk start
+From the brush and sleek the sun
+Very beauty, as he runs!
+How again a subtle hint
+Of crushed pennyroyal or mint,
+Sends us on our knees, as when
+We were truant boys of ten--
+Brown marauders of the wood,
+Merrier than Robin Hood!
+
+[Illustration: Where the shellbark hickory tree]
+
+IV
+
+Ah! will any minstrel say,
+In his sweetest roundelay,
+What is sweeter, after all,
+Than black haws, in early Fall--
+Fruit so sweet the frost first sat,
+Dainty-toothed, and nibbled at!
+And will any poet sing
+Of a lusher, richer thing
+Than a ripe May-apple, rolled
+Like a pulpy lump of gold
+Under thumb and finger-tips,
+And poured molten through the lips?
+Go, ye bards of classic themes,
+Pipe your songs by classic streams!
+I would twang the redbird's wings
+In the thicket while he sings!
+
+
+
+
+THE CIRCUS-DAY PARADE
+
+Oh, the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played!
+And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes, and neighed,
+As the rattle and the rhyme of the tenor-drummer's time
+Filled all the hungry hearts of us with melody sublime!
+
+How the grand band-wagon shone with a splendor all its own,
+And glittered with a glory that our dreams had never known!
+And how the boys behind, high and low of every kind,
+Marched in unconscious capture, with a rapture undefined!
+
+How the horsemen, two and two, with their plumes of white and blue,
+And crimson, gold and purple, nodding by at me and you.
+Waved the banners that they bore, as the Knights in days of yore,
+Till our glad eyes gleamed and glistened like the spangles that they wore!
+
+[Illustration: The Circus-Day Parade]
+
+How the graceless-graceful stride of the elephant was eyed,
+And the capers of the little horse that cantered at his side!
+How the shambling camels, tame to the plaudits of their fame,
+With listless eyes came silent, masticating as they came.
+
+[Illustration: How the cages jolted past]
+
+How the cages jolted past, with each wagon battened fast,
+And the mystery within it only hinted of at last
+From the little grated square in the rear, and nosing there
+The snout of some strange animal that sniffed the outer air!
+
+And, last of all, The Clown, making mirth for all the town,
+With his lips curved ever upward and his eyebrows ever down,
+And his chief attention paid to the little mule that played
+A tattoo on the dashboard with his heels, in the parade.
+
+Oh! the Circus-Day parade! How the bugles played and played!
+And how the glossy horses tossed their flossy manes and neighed.
+As the rattle and the rhyme of the tenor-drummer's time
+Filled all the hungry hearts of us with melody sublime!
+
+[Illustration: And, last of all, the clown]
+
+
+
+
+THE LUGUBRIOUS WHING-WHANG
+
+[Illustration: The Lugubrious Whing-Whang--Title]
+
+The rhyme o' The Raggedy Man's 'at's best
+Is Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs,--
+'Cause that-un's the strangest of all o' the rest,
+An' the worst to learn, an' the last one guessed,
+An' the funniest one, an' the foolishest.--
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+
+I don't know what in the world it means--
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
+An' nen when I _tell_ him I don't, he leans
+Like he was a-grindin' on some machines
+An' says: Ef I _don't_, w'y, I don't know _beans!_
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
+
+Out on the margin of Moonshine Land,
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+Out where the Whing-Whang loves to stand,
+Writing his name with his tail in the sand,
+And swiping it out with his oogerish hand;
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+
+Is it the gibber of Gungs or Keeks?
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+Or what _is_ the sound that the Whing-Whang seeks?--
+Crouching low by the winding creeks
+And holding his breath for weeks and weeks!
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+
+Aroint him the wraithest of wraithly things!
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+'Tis a fair Whing-Whangess, with phosphor rings
+And bridal-jewels of fangs and stings;
+And she sits and as sadly and softly sings
+As the mildewed whir of her own dead wings,--
+  Tickle me, Dear,
+      Tickle me here,
+  Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!
+
+
+
+
+WAITIN' FER THE CAT TO DIE
+
+[Illustration: Waitin' Fer The Cat to Die--Title]
+
+Lawzy! don't I rickollect
+  That-'air old swing in the lane!
+Right and proper, I expect,
+  Old times _can't_ come back again;
+But I want to state, ef they
+_Could_ come back, and I could say
+What _my_ pick 'ud be, i jing!
+I'd say, Gimme the old swing
+'Nunder the old locus'-trees
+On the old place, ef you please!--
+Danglin' there with half-shet eye,
+Waitin' fer the cat to die!
+
+I'd say, Gimme the old gang
+  Of barefooted, hungry, lean,
+Ornry boys you want to hang
+  When you're growed up twic't as mean!
+The old gyarden-patch, the old
+Truants, and the stuff we stol'd!
+The old stompin'-groun', where we
+Wore the grass off, wild and free
+As the swoop of the old swing,
+Where we ust to climb and cling,
+And twist roun', and fight, and lie--
+Waitin' fer the cat to die!
+
+'Pears like I 'most allus could
+  Swing the highest of the crowd--
+Jes sail up there tel I stood
+  Downside-up, and screech out loud,--
+Ketch my breath, and jes drap back
+Fer to let the old swing slack,
+Yit my tow-head dippin' still
+In the green boughs, and the chill
+Up my backbone taperin' down,
+With my shadder on the ground'
+Slow and slower trailin' by--
+Waitin' fer the cat to die!
+
+[Illustration: Barefooted, hungry, lean, ornry boys]
+
+Now my daughter's little Jane's
+  Got a kind o' baby-swing
+On the porch, so's when it rains
+  She kin play there--little thing!
+And I'd limped out t'other day
+With my old cheer this-a-way,
+Swingin' _her_ and rockin' too,
+Thinkin' how _I_ ust to do
+At _her_ age, when suddently,
+"Hey, Gran'pap!" she says to me,
+"Why you rock so slow?" ... Says I,
+"Waitin' fer the cat to die!"
+
+[Illustration: Why you rock so slow?]
+
+
+
+
+NAUGHTY CLAUDE
+
+[Illustration: Naughty Claude]
+
+When Little Claude was naughty wunst
+  At dinner-time, an' said
+He won't say "_Thank you_" to his Ma,
+  She maked him go to bed
+An' stay two hours an' not git up,--
+  So when the clock struck Two,
+Nen Claude says,--"Thank you, Mr. Clock,
+  I'm much obleeged to you!"
+
+
+
+
+THE SOUTH WIND AND THE SUN
+
+[Illustration: The South Wind and The Sun--Title]
+
+    O the South Wind and the Sun
+    How each loved the other one--
+Full of fancy--full of folly--
+    Full of jollity and fun!
+    How they romped and ran about,
+    Like two boys when school is out,
+With glowing face, and lisping lip,
+    Low laugh, and lifted shout!
+
+    And the South Wind--he was dressed
+    With a ribbon round his breast
+That floated, flapped and fluttered
+    In a riotous unrest;
+    And a drapery of mist,
+    From the shoulder and the wrist
+Flowing backward with the motion
+    Of the waving hand he kissed.
+
+    And the Sun had on a crown
+    Wrought of gilded thistledown,
+And a scarf of velvet vapor,
+    And a raveled-rainbow gown;
+    And his tinsel-tangled hair,
+    Tossed and lost upon the air,
+With glossier and flossier
+    Than any anywhere.
+
+    And the South Wind's eyes were two
+    Little dancing drops of dew,
+As he puffed his cheeks, and pursed his lips,
+    And blew and blew and blew!
+    And the Sun's--like diamond-stone,
+    Brighter yet than ever known,
+As he knit his brows and held his breath,
+    And shone and shone and shone!
+
+    And this pair of merry fays
+    Wandered through the summer days;
+Arm-in-arm they went together
+    Over heights of morning haze--
+    Over slanting slopes of lawn
+    They went on and on and on,
+Where the daisies looked like star-tracks
+    Trailing up and down the dawn.
+
+    And where'er they found the top
+    Of a wheat-stalk droop and lop,
+They chucked it underneath the chin
+    And praised the lavish crop,
+    Till it lifted with the pride
+    Of the heads it grew beside,
+And then the South Wind and the Sun
+    Went onward satisfied.
+
+    Over meadow-lands they tripped,
+    Where the dandelions dipped
+In crimson foam of clover bloom
+    And dripped and dripped and dripped!
+    And they clinched the bumble-stings,
+    Gauming honey on their wings,
+And bundling them in lily-bells,
+    With maudlin murmurings.
+
+    And the humming-bird, that hung
+    Like a jewel up among
+The tilted honeysuckle horns,
+    They mesmerized and swung
+    In the palpitating air,
+    Drowsed with odors strange and rare,
+And, with whispered laughter, slipped away,
+    And left him hanging there.
+
+    And they braided blades of grass
+    Where the truant had to pass;
+And they wriggled through the rushes
+    And the reeds of the morass,
+    Where they danced, in rapture sweet,
+    O'er the leaves that laid a street
+Of undulant mosaic for
+    The touches of their feet.
+
+    By the brook with mossy brink,
+    Where the cattle came to drink,
+They trilled and piped and whistled
+    With the thrush and bobolink,
+    Till the kine, in listless pause,
+    Switched their tails in mute applause,
+With lifted heads, and dreamy eyes,
+    And bubble-dripping jaws.
+
+    And where the melons grew,
+    Streaked with yellow, green and blue,
+These jolly sprites went wandering
+    Through spangled paths of dew;
+    And the melons, here and there,
+    They made love to, everywhere,
+Turning their pink souls to crimson
+    With caresses fond and fair.
+
+[Illustration: This pair of merry fays]
+
+    Over orchard walls they went,
+    Where the fruited boughs were bent
+Till they brushed the sward beneath them
+    Where the shine and shadow blent;
+    And the great green pear they shook
+    Till the sallow hue forsook
+Its features, and the gleam of gold
+    Laughed out in every look.
+
+    And they stroked the downy cheek
+    Of the peach, and smoothed it sleek,
+And flushed it into splendor;
+    And, with many an elfish freak,
+    Gave the russet's rust a wipe--
+    Prankt the rambo with a stripe,
+And the winesap blushed its reddest
+    As they spanked the pippins ripe.
+
+    Through the woven ambuscade
+    That the twining vines had made,
+They found the grapes, in clusters,
+    Drinking up the shine and shade--
+    Plumpt, like tiny skins of wine,
+    With a vintage so divine
+That the tongue of Fancy tingled
+    With the tang of muscadine.
+
+    And the golden-banded bees,
+    Droning o'er the flowery leas,
+They bridled, reined, and rode away
+    Across the fragrant breeze,
+    Till in hollow oak and elm
+    They had groomed and stabled them
+In waxen stalls that oozed with dews
+    Of rose and lily-stem.
+
+    Where the dusty highway leads,
+    High above the wayside weeds,
+They sowed the air with butterflies
+    Like blooming flower-seeds,
+    Till the dull grasshopper sprung
+    Half a man's-height up, and hung
+Tranced in the heat, with whirring wings,
+    And sung and sung and sung!
+
+    And they loitered, hand in hand,
+    Where the snipe along the sand
+Of the river ran to meet them
+    As the ripple meets the land,
+    Till the dragonfly, in light
+    Gauzy armor, burnished bright,
+Came tilting down the waters
+    In a wild, bewildered flight.
+
+    And they heard the kildee's call,
+    And afar, the waterfall,
+But the rustle of a falling leaf
+    They heard above it all;
+    And the trailing willow crept
+    Deeper in the tide that swept
+The leafy shallop to the shore,
+    And wept and wept and wept!
+
+    And the fairy vessel veered
+    From its moorings--tacked and steered
+For the center of the current--
+    Sailed away and disappeared:
+    And the burthen that it bore
+    From the long-enchanted shore--
+"Alas! the South Wind and the Sun!"
+    I murmur evermore.
+
+    For the South Wind and the Sun,
+    Each so loves the other one,
+For all his jolly folly,
+    And frivolity and fun,
+    That our love for them they weigh
+    As their fickle fancies may,
+And when at last we love them most,
+    They laugh and sail away.
+
+
+
+
+THE JOLLY MILLER
+
+[Illustration: The Jolly Miller--Title]
+
+[Restored Romaunt.]
+
+It was a Jolly Miller lived on the River Dee;
+He looked upon his piller, and there he found a flea:
+  "O Mr. Flea! you have bit' me,
+    And you shall shorely die!"
+  So he scrunched his bones against the stones--
+    And there he let him lie!
+
+Twas then the Jolly Miller he laughed and told his wife,
+And _she_ laughed fit to kill her, and dropped her carvin'-knife!--
+  "O Mr. Flea!" "Ho-ho!" "Tee-hee!"
+    They _both_ laughed fit to kill,
+  Until the sound did almost drownd
+    The rumble of the mill!
+
+_"Laugh on, my Jolly Miller! and Missus Miller, too!--
+But there's a weeping-willer will soon wave over you!"_
+  The voice was all so awful small--
+    So very small and slim!--
+  He durst' infer that it was her,
+    Ner her infer 'twas him!
+
+[Illustration: That cat o' yourn I'd kill her]
+
+That night the Jolly Miller, says he, "It's Wifey dear,
+That cat o' yourn, I'd kill her!--her actions is so queer,--
+  She rubbin' 'ginst the grindstone-legs,
+    And yowlin' at the sky--
+  And I 'low the moon haint greener
+    Than the yaller of her eye!"
+
+And as the Jolly Miller went chuckle-un to bed,
+Was _Somepin_ jerked his piller from underneath his head!
+  "O Wife," says he, on-easi-lee,
+    "Fetch here that lantern there!"
+  But _Somepin_ moans in thunder tones,
+    "_You tetch it ef you dare!_"
+
+'Twas then the Jolly Miller he trimbled and he quailed--
+And his wife choked until her breath come back, 'n' she _wailed!_
+  And "_O!"_ cried she, "it is _the Flea_,
+    All white and pale and wann--
+  He's got you in his clutches, and
+    _He's bigger than a man!_"
+
+"_Ho! ho! my Jolly Miller," (fer 'twas the Flea, fer shore!)
+"I reckon you'll not rack my bones ner scrunch 'em any more!_"
+  And then _the Ghost_ he grabbed him clos't,
+    With many a ghastly smile,
+  And from the doorstep stooped and hopped
+    About four hundred mile!
+
+
+
+
+OUR HIRED GIRL
+
+Our hired girl, she's 'Lizabuth Ann;
+  An' she can cook best things to eat!
+She ist puts dough in our pie-pan,
+  An' pours in somepin' 'at's good and sweet,
+An' nen she salts it all on top
+With cinnamon; an' nen she'll stop
+  An' stoop an' slide it, ist as slow,
+In th' old cook-stove, so's 'twon't slop
+  An' git all spilled; nen bakes it, so
+  It's custard pie, first thing you know!
+    An' nen she'll say:
+  "Clear out o' my way!
+  They's time fer work, an' time fer play!--
+    Take yer dough, an' run, Child; run!
+    Er I cain't git no cookin' done!"
+
+When our hired girl 'tends like she's mad,
+  An' says folks got to walk the chalk
+When _she's_ around, er wisht they had,
+  I play out on our porch an' talk
+To th' Raggedy Man 'at mows our lawn;
+An' he says "_Whew!"_ an' nen leans on
+  His old crook-scythe, and blinks his eyes
+An' sniffs all around an' says,--"I swawn!
+  Ef my old nose don't tell me lies,
+  It 'pears like I smell custard-pies!"
+    An' nen _he'll_ say,--
+  "'Clear out' o' my way!
+  They's time fer work an' time fer play!
+    Take yer dough, an' run, Child; run!
+    Er _she_ cain't git no cookin' done!'"
+
+[Illustration: Wuz parchin' corn fer the raggedy man]
+
+Wunst our hired girl, one time when she
+  Got the supper, an' we all et,
+An' it was night, an' Ma an' me
+  An' Pa went wher' the "Social" met,--
+An' nen when we come home, an' see
+A light in the kitchen-door, an' we
+  Heerd a maccordeum, Pa says "Lan'--
+O'Gracious! who can _her_ beau be?"
+  An' I marched in, an' 'Lizabuth Ann
+  Wuz parchin' corn fer the Raggedy Man!
+    _Better_ say
+  "Clear out o' the way!
+  They's time fer work, an' time fer play!
+    Take the hint, an' run, Child; run!
+    Er we cain't git no _courtin_' done!'"
+
+
+
+
+THE BOYS' CANDIDATE
+
+[Illustration: The Boys' Candidate]
+
+Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come,
+He bringed a watermelon home--
+      An' half the boys in town,
+Come taggin' after him.--An' he
+Says, when we et it,--_"Gracious me!
+      'S the boy-house fell down?"_
+
+
+
+
+THE PET COON
+
+[Illustration: The Pet Coon--Title]
+
+Noey Bixler ketched him, and fetched him in to me
+  When he's ist a little teenty-weenty baby-coon
+'Bout as big as little pups, an' tied him to a tree;
+  An' Pa gived Noey fifty cents, when he come home at noon.
+Nen he buyed a chain fer him, an' little collar, too,
+  An' sawed a hole in a' old tub an' turnt it upside-down;
+An' little feller'd stay in there and won't come out fer you--
+  'Tendin' like he's kindo' skeered o' boys 'at lives in town.
+
+_Now_ he aint afeard a bit! he's ist so fat an' tame,
+  We on'y chain him up at night, to save the little chicks.
+Holler "Greedy! Greedy!" to him, an' he knows his name,
+  An' here he'll come a-waddle-un, up fer any tricks!
+He'll climb up my leg, he will, an' waller in my lap,
+  An' poke his little black paws 'way in my pockets where
+They's beechnuts, er chinkypins, er any little scrap
+  Of anything, 'at's good to eat--an' _he_ don't care!
+
+An' he's as spunky as you please, an' don't like dogs at all.--
+  Billy Miller's black-an'-tan tackled him one day,
+An' "Greedy" he ist kindo' doubled all up like a ball,
+  An' Billy's dog he gived a yelp er two an' runned away!
+An' nen when Billy fighted me, an' hit me with a bone,
+  An' Ma she purt'nigh ketched him as he dodged an' skooted thro'
+The fence, she says, "You better let my little boy alone,
+  Er 'Greedy,' next he whips yer dog, shall whip you, too!"
+
+[Illustration: An' nen when Billy fighted me]
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD HAY-MOW
+
+[Illustration: The Old Hay-Mow--Title]
+
+The Old Hay-mow's the place to play
+Fer boys, when it's a rainy day!
+I good-'eal ruther be up there
+Than down in town, er anywhere!
+
+When I play in our stable-loft,
+The good old hay's so dry an' soft,
+An' feels so fine, an' smells so sweet,
+I 'most ferget to go an' eat.
+
+[Illustration: In our hay-mow where I keep store]
+
+An' one time wunst I _did_ ferget
+To go 'tel dinner was all et,--
+An' they had short-cake--an'--Bud he
+Hogged up the piece Ma saved fer me!
+
+Nen I won't let him play no more
+In our hay-mow where I keep store
+An' got hen-eggs to sell,--an' shoo
+The cackle-un old hen out, too!
+
+An' nen, when Aunty she was here
+A-visitun from Rensselaer,
+An' bringed my little cousin,--_he_
+Can come up there an' play with me.
+
+But, after while--when Bud he bets
+'At I can't turn no summersetts,--
+I let him come up, ef he can
+Ac' ha'f-way like a gentleman!
+
+
+
+
+ON THE SUNNY SIDE
+
+[Illustration: On The Sunny Side--Title]
+
+Hi and whoop-hooray, boys!
+  Sing a song of cheer!
+Here's a holiday, boys,
+  Lasting half a year!
+Round the world, and half is
+  Shadow we have tried;
+Now we're where the laugh is,--
+  On the sunny side!
+
+Pigeons coo and mutter,
+  Strutting high aloof
+Where the sunbeans flutter
+  Through the stable roof.
+Hear the chickens cheep, boys,
+  And the hen with pride
+Clucking them to sleep, boys,
+  On the sunny side!
+
+[Illustration: As a romping boy]
+
+Hear the clacking guinea;
+  Hear the cattle moo;
+Hear the horses whinny,
+  Looking out at you!
+On the hitching-block, boys,
+  Grandly satisfied,
+See the old peacock, boys,
+  On the sunny side!
+
+Robins in the peach-tree;
+  Bluebirds in the pear;
+Blossoms over each tree
+  In the orchard there!
+All the world's in joy, boys,
+  Glad and glorified
+As a romping boy, boys,
+  On the sunny side!
+
+Where's a heart as mellow?
+  Where's a soul as free?
+Where is any fellow
+  We would rather be?
+Just ourselves or none, boys,
+  World around and wide,
+Laughing in the sun, boys,
+  On the sunny side!
+
+
+
+
+A SUDDEN SHOWER
+
+[Illustration: A Sudden Shower--Title]
+
+Barefooted boys scud up the street
+  Or skurry under sheltering sheds;
+And schoolgirl faces, pale and sweet,
+  Gleam from the shawls about their heads.
+
+Doors bang; and mother-voices call
+  From alien homes; and rusty gates
+Are slammed; and high above it all,
+  The thunder grim reverberates.
+
+And then, abrupt,--the rain! the rain!--
+  The earth lies gasping; and the eyes
+Behind the streaming window-pane
+  Smile at the trouble of the skies.
+
+[Illustration: Schoolgirl faces ... gleam from the shawls about their
+heads]
+
+The highway smokes; sharp echoes ring;
+  The cattle bawl and cowbells clank;
+And into town comes galloping
+  The farmer's horse, with streaming flank.
+
+The swallow dips beneath the eaves,
+  And flirts his plumes and folds his wings;
+And under the catawba leaves
+  The caterpillar curls and clings.
+
+The bumble-bee is pelted down
+  The wet stem of the hollyhock;
+And sullenly, in spattered brown,
+  The cricket leaps the garden walk.
+
+Within, the baby claps his hands
+  And crows with rapture strange and vague;
+Without, beneath the rosebush stands
+  A dripping rooster on one leg.
+
+[Illustration: A Sudden Shower--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+GRANDFATHER SQUEERS
+
+[Illustration: Grandfather Squeers--Title]
+
+"My grandfather Squeers," said The Raggedy Man,
+As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began--
+
+"The most indestructible man, for his years,
+And the grandest on earth, was my grandfather Squeers!
+
+"He said, when he rounded his three-score-and-ten,
+'I've the hang of it now and can do it again!'
+
+"He had frozen his heels so repeatedly, he
+Could tell by them just what the weather would be;
+
+"And would laugh and declare, 'while the _Almanac_ would
+Most falsely prognosticate, _he_ never could!'
+
+"Such a hale constitution had grandfather Squeers
+That, 'though he'd used '_navy_' for sixty odd years,
+
+"He still chewed a dime's-worth six days of the week,
+While the seventh he passed with a chew in each cheek:
+
+"Then my grandfather Squeers had a singular knack
+Of sitting around on the small of his back,
+
+"With his legs like a letter Y stretched o'er the grate
+Wherein 'twas his custom to ex-pec-tor-ate.
+
+"He was fond of tobacco in _manifold_ ways,
+And would sit on the door-step, of sunshiny days,
+
+"And smoke leaf-tobacco he'd raised strictly for
+The pipe he'd used all through The Mexican War."
+
+And The Raggedy Man said, refilling the bowl
+Of his own pipe and leisurely picking a coal
+
+From the stove with his finger and thumb, "You can see
+What a tee-nacious habit he's fastened on me!
+
+"And my grandfather Squeers took a special delight
+In pruning his corns every Saturday night
+
+"With a horn-handled razor, whose edge he excused
+By saying 'twas one that his grandfather used;
+
+"And, though deeply etched in the haft of the same
+Was the ever-euphonious Wostenholm's name,
+
+"'Twas my grandfather's custom to boast of the blade
+As 'A Seth Thomas razor--the best ever made!'
+
+"No Old Settlers' Meeting, or Pioneers' Fair,
+Was complete without grandfather Squeers in the chair
+
+"To lead off the programme by telling folks how
+'He used to shoot deer where the Court-House stands now'--
+
+[Illustration: And smoke leaf-tobacco]
+
+"How 'he felt, of a truth, to live over the past,
+When the country was wild and unbroken and vast,
+
+"'That the little log cabin was just plenty fine
+For himself, his companion, and fambly of nine!--
+
+"'When they didn't have even a pump, or a tin,
+But drunk surface-water, year out and year in,
+
+"'From the old-fashioned gourd that was sweeter, by odds,
+Than the goblets of gold at the lips of the gods!'"
+
+Then The Raggedy Man paused to plaintively say
+It was clockin' along to'rds the close of the day--
+
+And he'd _ought_ to get back to his work on the lawn,--
+Then dreamily blubbered his pipe and went on:
+
+"His teeth were imperfect--my grandfather owned
+That he couldn't eat oysters unless they were 'boned';
+
+"And his eyes were so weak, and so feeble of sight,
+He couldn't sleep with them unless, every night,
+
+"He put on his spectacles--all he possessed,--
+Three pairs--with his goggles on top of the rest.
+
+"And my grandfather always, retiring at night,
+Blew down the lamp-chimney to put out the light;
+
+"Then he'd curl up on edge like a shaving, in bed,
+And puff and smoke pipes in his sleep, it is said:
+
+"And would snore oftentimes as the legends relate,
+Till his folks were wrought up to a terrible state,--
+
+"Then he'd snort, and rear up, and roll over; and there,
+In the subsequent hush they could hear him chew air.
+
+"And so glaringly bald was the top of his head
+That many's the time he has musingly said,
+
+"As his eyes journeyed o'er its reflex in the glass,--
+'I must set out a few signs of _Keep Off the Grass!_'
+
+"So remarkably deaf was my grandfather Squeers
+That he had to wear lightning-rods over his ears
+
+"To even hear thunder--and oftentimes then
+He was forced to request it to thunder again."
+
+[Illustration: Grandfather Squeers--Tailpiece]
+
+
+
+
+THE PIXY PEOPLE
+
+[Illustration: The Pixy People--Title]
+
+It was just a very
+  Merry fairy dream!--
+All the woods were airy
+  With the gloom and gleam;
+Crickets in the clover
+  Clattered clear and strong,
+And the bees droned over
+  Their old honey-song.
+
+In the mossy passes,
+  Saucy grasshoppers
+Leapt about the grasses
+  And the thistle-burs;
+And the whispered chuckle
+  Of the katydid
+Shook the honeysuckle
+  Blossoms where he hid.
+
+Through the breezy mazes
+  Of the lazy June,
+Drowsy with the hazes
+  Of the dreamy noon,
+Little Pixy people
+  Winged above the walk,
+Pouring from the steeple
+  Of a mullein-stalk.
+
+One--a gallant fellow--
+  Evidently King,--
+Wore a plume of yellow
+  In a jewelled ring
+On a pansy bonnet,
+  Gold and white and blue,
+With the dew still on it,
+  And the fragrance, too.
+
+One--a dainty lady,--
+  Evidently Queen,--
+Wore a gown of shady
+  Moonshine and green,
+With a lace of gleaming
+  Starlight that sent
+All the dewdrops dreaming
+  Everywhere she went.
+
+[Illustration: Winged above the walk]
+
+One wore a waistcoat
+  Of roseleaves, out and in,
+And one wore a faced-coat
+  Of tiger-lily-skin;
+And one wore a neat coat
+  Of palest galingale;
+And one a tiny street-coat,
+  And one a swallow-tail.
+
+And Ho! sang the King of them,
+  And Hey! sang the Queen;
+And round and round the ring of them
+  Went dancing o'er the green;
+And Hey! sang the Queen of them,
+  And Ho! sang the King--
+And all that I had seen of them
+  --Wasn't anything!
+
+It was just a very
+  Merry fairy dream!--
+All the woods were airy
+  With the gloom and gleam;
+Crickets in the clover
+  Clattered clear and strong,
+And the bees droned over
+  Their old honey-song!
+
+
+
+
+A LIFE-LESSON
+
+[Illustration: A Life-Lesson--Title]
+
+There! little girl; don't cry!
+  They have broken your doll, I know;
+    And your tea-set blue,
+    And your play-house, too,
+  Are things of the long ago;
+    But childish troubles will soon pass by.--
+      There! little girl; don't cry!
+
+There! little girl; don't cry!
+  They have broken your slate, I know;
+    And the glad, wild ways
+    Of your school-girl days
+  Are things of the long ago;
+    But life and love will soon come by.--
+      There! little girl; don't cry!
+
+There! little girl; don't cry!
+  They have broken your heart, I know;
+    And the rainbow gleams
+    Of your youthful dreams
+  Are things of the long ago;
+    But Heaven holds all for which you sigh.--
+      There! little girl; don't cry!
+
+[Illustration: But Heaven hold all for which you sigh]
+
+
+
+
+A HOME-MADE FAIRY-TALE
+
+[Illustration: A Home-made Fairy-Tale--Title]
+
+Bud, come here to your Uncle a spell,
+And I'll tell you something you mustn't tell--
+For it's a secret and shore-nuff true,
+And maybe I oughtn't to tell it to you!--
+But out in the garden, under the shade
+Of the apple-trees where we romped and played
+Till the moon was up, and you thought I'd gone
+Fast asleep.--That was all put on!
+For I was a-watchin' something queer
+Goin' on there in the grass, my dear!
+'Way down deep in it, there I see
+A little dude-Fairy who winked at me,
+And snapped his fingers, and laughed as low
+And fine as the whine of a mus-kee-to!
+I kept still--watchin' him closer--and
+I noticed a little guitar in his hand,
+Which he leant 'ginst a little dead bee--and laid
+His cigarette down on a clean grass-blade;
+And then climbed up on the shell of a snail--
+Carefully dusting his swallowtail--
+And pulling up, by a waxed web-thread,
+This little guitar, you remember, I said!
+And there he trinkled and trilled a tune--
+"My Love, so Fair, Tans in the Moon!"
+Till presently, out of the clover-top
+He seemed to be singing to, came k'pop!
+The purtiest, daintiest Fairy face
+In all this world, or any place!
+Then the little ser'nader waved his hand,
+As much as to say, "We'll excuse _you_!" and
+I heard, as I squinted my eyelids to,
+A kiss like the drip of a drop of dew!
+
+[Illustration: A Little Dude-Fairy]
+
+
+
+
+THE BEAR STORY
+
+THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration: ENVOY]
+
+
+
+
+ENVOY
+
+Many pleasures of youth have been buoyantly sung--
+  And, borne on the winds of delight, may they beat
+With their palpitant wings at the hearts of the Young,
+  And in bosoms of Age find as warm a retreat!--
+Yet sweetest of all of the musical throng,
+  Though least of the numbers that upward aspire,
+Is the one rising now into wavering song,
+  As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.
+
+'Tis a Winter long dead that beleaguers my door
+  And muffles his steps in the snows of the past:
+And I see, in the embers I'm dreaming before,
+  Lost faces of love as they looked on me last:--
+The round, laughing eyes of the desk-mate of old
+  Gleam out for a moment with truant desire--
+Then fade and are lost in a City of Gold,
+  As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.
+
+And then comes the face, peering back in my own,
+  Of a shy little girl, with her lids drooping low,
+As she faltering tells, in a far-away tone,
+  The ghost of a story of long, long ago.--
+Then her dewy blue eyes they are lifted again;
+  But I see their glad light slowly fail and expire,
+As I reach and cry to her in vain, all in vain!--
+  As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.
+
+Then the face of a Mother looks back, through the mist
+  Of tears that are welling; and, lucent with light,
+I see the dear smile of the lips I have kissed
+  As she knelt by my cradle at morning and night;
+And my arms are outheld, with a yearning too wild
+  For any but God in His love to inspire,
+As she pleads at the foot of His throne for her child,--
+  As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.
+
+O pathos of rapture! O glorious pain!
+  My heart is a blossom of joy over-run
+With a shower of tears, as a lily with rain
+  That weeps in the shadow and laughs in the sun.
+The blight of the frost may descend on the tree,
+  And the leaf and the flower may fall and expire,
+But ever and ever love blossoms for me,
+  As I sit in the silence and gaze in the fire.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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