192 WOOD NOTES WILD. 
Boso.ink. — Contin. 
up. But bobolink is too much for me. He is a stent. 
My grandfather used to say he sang, — 
“Queer, queer, ker chube 
Ker dingle-dongle swingle 
Serangle kalamy kalamy 
Whoa boys, whoa boys 
Wicklemerlick wicklemerlick steeple 
Steeple stoot steere 
Queer queer temp, temp!’” 
C., S. P. in a letter dated October, 1886. 
Ingenious as Grandsire Cheney was, he has been outdone 
by, or at least in the name of, some colored brother of a 
later generation : — 
“ Liberty, liberty, 
Berry nice to be free | 
Bob-o-link where he please, 
Fly in de apple-trees ; 
Oh ’tis de freedom note 
Guggle sweet in him troat. 
Jink-a-link, jink-a-jink, 
Winky wink, winky wink, 
Only tink, only tink, 
How happy, Bob-o-link ! 
Sweet! Sweet!” 
Lost Hunter, pub. by Derby and Jackson, 1855 2 
This tour de force in onomatopoeia goes far toward 
redeeming the many failures with which one instantly 
contrasts it. We may doubt that the song thrush (7urdus 
musicus) carols, “My dear, my pretty dear, my pretty little 
dear ;” we can hardly credit the Moslem that the curlew 
sings over and over “ Lak, lak, lak! la Kharya Kalak fih 
