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The book of joyous children . [102]. IMEY [1869] I ONE OF HIS AISTIMAL STOEIES Kow, Tudens, you sit on this knee—and sense It having no side-saddle on ;—and, Jeems, You sit on ^/^^s—and dont you wobble so And chug my old shins with your coppertoes ; — And, all the rest of you, range round someway,— Eide on the rockers and hang to the arms Of our old-time splint-bottom carryall !— Do anything but squabble for a place, Or push or shove or scrouge, or breathe out loud, Or chew wet, or knead taffy in my beard !— Do any^Yng almost—act anyw^j,— Only Tieep still, so I can hear myself Trying to tell y
The book of joyous children . [102]. IMEY [1869] I ONE OF HIS AISTIMAL STOEIES Kow, Tudens, you sit on this knee—and sense It having no side-saddle on ;—and, Jeems, You sit on ^/^^s—and dont you wobble so And chug my old shins with your coppertoes ; — And, all the rest of you, range round someway,— Eide on the rockers and hang to the arms Of our old-time splint-bottom carryall !— Do anything but squabble for a place, Or push or shove or scrouge, or breathe out loud, Or chew wet, or knead taffy in my beard !— Do any^Yng almost—act anyw^j,— Only Tieep still, so I can hear myself Trying to tell you just one story more ! One winter afternoon my father, withA whistle to our dog, a shout to us—His two boys—six and eight years old we were,—Started off to the woods, a half a mileFrom home, where he was chopping wood. We raced,[103] A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY We slipped and slid; reaching, at last, the northSide of Tharps corn-field.—There we struck what seemedTo be a coon-track—so we all agreed :And
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