St Nicholas [serial] . u-all aint nuver isseen nobody wuss whupped out in yo life nwhat I was when she sprung my mammy onme! An you hush cryin now, baby. An efanybody ever pesters you on dis plantation,fom now on, you send im to ole long-leg,long-tongue Steve, an he 11 whup im for , shek hands all round, now. And so, with laughter and tears and hand-shakings, the funny little school was over. THE TUFTED TITMOUSE. His coat is like a wintry sky When once the sun has setAnd in the west a single line Of red is smoldering his black, courageous eye He wears a soldiers crest;No bitt
St Nicholas [serial] . u-all aint nuver isseen nobody wuss whupped out in yo life nwhat I was when she sprung my mammy onme! An you hush cryin now, baby. An efanybody ever pesters you on dis plantation,fom now on, you send im to ole long-leg,long-tongue Steve, an he 11 whup im for , shek hands all round, now. And so, with laughter and tears and hand-shakings, the funny little school was over. THE TUFTED TITMOUSE. His coat is like a wintry sky When once the sun has setAnd in the west a single line Of red is smoldering his black, courageous eye He wears a soldiers crest;No bitter, rude, nor screaming wind Can daunt his martial breast. I met him in a leafy dell —A brook ran sweet and clear. As if he called from paradise,He shouted, Here, here ! In busy thought the moments flew;I pondered, Then so near ? Far oer a hill his voice replied, T is here, here, here! In winters frost we met again,When every leaf was sear. Where is your heavenly country now ?He answered, Here, here! W. C. ROCK-A-IiYE-BABY IN AFRICA. 47 MY NARROWEST ESCAPE. By George Kennan.
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