t o' you agen now,
wid all de rest o' de by-gum stuffin'.'

"Den _car-r-rack_! goes de tree, an' it 'gin to swing dis way an' dat
way, an' all de sculpats stand ready to ketch Little Hahsie. Den
_cur-rack-rack_ sounds de tree an' down it come; but, yust as it's
a-fallin', dere's Little Hahsie, _dar soh_! away out yonder. For he
gi'en one fair ole winger of a yump, an' he land far out de yonder side
de ring o' sculpats, an' dere he goes now a-streakin' over de rise an'
out o' sight. `Who's a-knockin' de stuffin' out o' who now?' ses he, as
he send de heel dust a-flyin' behind him.

"But de sculpats dey ain't done yet. Dey's too mad to gi'e up so easy
as dat. `I know what he'll do,' ses Ou' Sculpat. `He's yust so full o'
peaches he'll squot right down dere over de rise an' go to sleep. So
we'll do dis; we'll get round him in a great big ring a mile wide, an'
den when he 'gins to run agen we'll keep a-poppin' up an' a-poppin' up
everywhere he stops, till he'll yust run on till he drops. Den we has
him.'

"`Dat's yust what we'll do,' ses all de sculpats. An' right dere dey
start to do it.

"Well, Little Hahsie was a-sleepin' on de yonder side de ridge, where
he'd squotted down, when up pops Ou' Sculpat, yust dat close dat dere
ain't no time for foolin' or anytin' but gettin' away. But Hahsie flick
up his heels an' laugh as he go. `Why don't you ketch me?' ses he.

"Ou' Sculpat grin, but he don't say nawtin'. He yust flop down in de
grass agen an' wait.

"In a while Klein Hahsie rinks he's run fur enough, but he hadn't more'n
stop 'fore up pops anoder sculpat a-comin' at him.

"`Hello!' ses Hahsie. `Here a'ready, is you? Allah Crachty! how you
manage dat?' But de sculpat keep a-comin' on, an' Hahsie has to off
agen, an' dis time he don't flick his heels.

"Well, de same ring happen once an' de same ring happen twice, an' it
went on like dat till Little Hahsie was dat near done for dat de
sculpats 'gin to close in on him. `Now we's got you,' ses dey.

"`Has you?' ses Hahsie, an' he look round, an' dere he sees a dead
elephant lyin' in de grass. `Dat's de ting,' ses he, an' he makes a
dive an' he pops right inside dat elephant, troo his mouf.

"Now dat elephant was all swelled up wid bein' two days dead, an' when
Little Hahsie dives inside it, head fust it set up such a morion an'
commotion dat it look like de elephant's a-gun' to roll over an' get up
on to his four big legs. De trunk lift up, an'