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Don't want Santy Claus--ner things Any kind he ever brings!-- Don't want A'nty!--Don't want Pa!-- I ist only want my Ma! * * * * * "OLD BOB WHITE" Old Bob White's a funny bird!-- Funniest you ever heard!-- Hear him whistle,--"Old--Bob--_White_!" You can hear him, clean from where He's 'way 'crosst the wheat-field there, Whistlin' like he didn't care-- "Old-Bob-_White_!" * * * * * [Illustration: WHEN WE DROVE TO HARMONY] * * * * * Whistles alluz ist the same-- So's we won't fergit his name!-- Hear him say it?--"Old--Bob--_White_!" _There!_ he's whizzed off down the lane-- Gone back where his folks is stayin'-- Hear him?--There he goes again,-- "Old--Bob--_White_!" When boys ever tries to git Clos't to him--how quick he'll quit Whistlin' his "Old-Bob--_White_!" "_Whoo-rhoo-rhoo!_" he's up an' flew, Ist a-purt'-nigh skeerin' you Into fits!--'At's what he'll do.-- "Old-Bob--_White_!" Wunst our Hired Man an' me, When we drove to Harmony, Saw one, whistlin' "Old--Bob--_White_!" An' we drove _wite clos't_, an' I Saw him an' he didn't fly,-- Birds likes horses, an' that's why. "Old--Bob--_White_!" One time, Uncle Sidney says, Wunst he rob' a Bob White's nes' Of the eggs of "Old Bob White"; Nen he hatched 'em wiv a hen An' her little chicks, an' nen They ist all flewed off again! "Old--Bob--_White_!" * * * * * A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY [1869] I ONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and don't you wobble so And chug my old shins with your coppertoes;-- And, all the rest of you, range round someway,-- Ride 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_thing almost--act _any_way,-- Only _keep still_, so I can hear myself Trying to tell you "just one story more!" One winter afternoon my father, with A whistle to our dog, a shout to us-- His two boys--six and eight years old we were,-- Started off t
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