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The Bear-Story
by [?]

An’ nen the Little Boy he git his gun
An’ ‘menced a-climbin’ down the tree agin–
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 agin!–an he
Ain’t dead ut-tall–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 neever!–Only 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!”
Agin, 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 ut-tall–
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
Agin 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 dumb down the tree
An’ chopped his old wooly head off:–Yes, an’ killed
The other Bear agin, he did–an’ killed
All boff the bears, he did–an’ tuk ’em home
An’ cooked ’em, too, an’ et ’em!

–An’ that’s