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shake he mane, he did, en he up’n say dat he gwine ter s’arch 
’roun’ en ’roun’, en high en low, fer ter see ef he can’t fine Mr. 
Man, en he ’low, Mr. Lion did, dat w’en he do fine ’im, he gwine 
ter tu’n in en gin Mr. Man sech n’er larrupin’ w’at nobody ain’t 
never had yit. Dem yuther creeturs, dey tuck’n tell Mr. Lion dat 
he better let Mr. Man ’lone, but Mr. Lion say he gwine ter hunt 
’im down spite er all dey kin do. 
“Sho’ nuff, atter he done tuck some res’, Mr. Lion, he put out 
down de big road. Sun, she rise up en shine hot, but Mr. Lion, he 
keep on; win’, hit come up en blow, en fill de elements full er dust; 
rain, hit drif’ up en drizzle down; but Mr. Lion, he keep on. 
Bimeby, w’iles he gwine on dis a-way, wid he tongue hangin’ out, 
he come up w T id Mr. Steer, grazin’ ’long on de side er de road. 
Mr. Lion, he up’n ax ’im howdy, he did, monst’us perlite, en Mr. 
Steer likewise he bow en scrape en show his manners. Den Mr. 
Lion, he do lak he wanter have some confab wid ’im, en he up’n 
say, sezee: — 
“‘Is dey anybody ’roun’ in deze parts name Mr. Man?’ sezee. 
“‘Tooby sho’ dey is,’ sez Mr. Steer, sezee; ‘anybody kin tell 
you dat. I knows ’im mighty well,’ sezee. 
“‘Well, den, he de ve’y chap I’m atter,’ sezee. 
“‘W’at mought be yo’ bizness wid Mr. Man?’ sez Mr. Steer, 
sezee. 
“‘I done come dis long ways fer ter gin ’im a larrupin’,’ sez 
Mr. Lion, sezee. ‘I’m gwine ter show ’im who de boss er deze 
neighborhoods,’ sezee, en wid dat Mr. Lion, he shake he mane, 
en switch he tail, en strut up en down wuss’n one er deze yer 
town niggers. 
“‘Well, den, ef dat w’at you come atter,’ sez Mr. Steer, sezee, 
‘you des better slew yo’se’f ’roun’ en p’int yo’ nose todes home, 
kaze you fixin’ fer ter git in sho’ ’nuff trouble,’ sezee. 
“‘I’m gwine ter larrup dat same Mr. Man,’ sez Mr. Lion, 
sezee; ‘I done come fer dat, en dat w’at I’m gwine ter do,’ sezee. 
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