. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . own ter degroun. Dey want nothin like de Sun spected terfin it, an he aint like de look er things. He walkedaroun right smart, an bimeby he got tired an sotdown by de side er de road fer ter rest. He sot dar,he did, kinder dozin an wonderin how come de worlaint no better dan what tis, an bimeby he fell sounasleep. Now de folks an de crceturs wuz stonished kazede Sun sot so soon dat day. De folks wuz a-workinin de fiels an a-jowerin in der houses, an de creeturswuz a-cavortin in de woods an swamps, when, fustthing dey knowed, de Sun quit shinin
. Wally Wanderoon and his story-telling machine . own ter degroun. Dey want nothin like de Sun spected terfin it, an he aint like de look er things. He walkedaroun right smart, an bimeby he got tired an sotdown by de side er de road fer ter rest. He sot dar,he did, kinder dozin an wonderin how come de worlaint no better dan what tis, an bimeby he fell sounasleep. Now de folks an de crceturs wuz stonished kazede Sun sot so soon dat day. De folks wuz a-workinin de fiels an a-jowerin in der houses, an de creeturswuz a-cavortin in de woods an swamps, when, fustthing dey knowed, de Sun quit shinin an de mooncome out. Well, dey all scooted ter cover, kaze deyaint know what ter make er dat kinder doins. Someer de ol wimmen put on der specks, an tuck de alma-nac offn de nail whar twuz hangin, an hunted aboutin it fer ter see what all dis mean; but dey aint finnothin in de book, an all dey kin do is ter vow andeclar dat dey aint never seed de beat er dat sencedey been borned inter de worl. Now, whiles de Sun settin dar fast asleep, here [270]. The sun takes part of a day off and comes down early. THE SUN TAKES HOLIDAYcome a man polin long, an what should de man dobut run headfomost right inter de Sun. Dis wakeim up, an he say ter de man dat fer what he done hegot ter stay black all his born days, him an his fam-bly, an all de balance er his tribe, an all er dem whatcome atter im. De Sun say, You aint only is ter beblack, but youll hatter work hard all day, an walkfur at night; an fum dat day ter dis, all dat manskinnery is been black, an dey work hard all day, anwalk fur at night. Den, whiles de Sun wuz tryin his best fer ter gitover his mad fit, here come de white fox an run rightover im, an fum dat day ter dis, foxes, bofe red angrey, is got black legs, an dey look like dey beensinge. De Sun call de fox back and pass a law onhim dat he got ter walk at night an hide in de daytime, an be skeered ter death fum one years een terde yuther. All dis fuss wuz mo dan de Sun had bar
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