MR. LION HUNTS FOR MR. MAN 
“Mr, Steer, he draw long breff, he did, en chaw he cud slow, en 
atter w’ile he say, sezee: — 
“‘You see me stannin’ yer front er yo’ eyes, en you see how 
big I is, en w’at long, sharp, hawns I got. Well, big ez my heft 
is, en sharp dough my hawns be, yit Mr. Man, he come out yer 
en he ketch me, en he put me und’ a yoke, en he hitch me up in a 
kyart, en he make me haul he wood, en he drive me anywhar he 
min’ ter. He do dat. Better let Mr. Man ’lone/ sezee. ‘If you 
fool ’long wid ’im, watch out dat he don’t hitch you up en have 
you prancin’ ’roun’ yer pullin’ he kyart,’ sezee. 
“Mr. Lion, he fotch a roar, en put out down de road, en’t 
wa’n’t so mighty long ’fo’ he come up wid Mr. Hoss, w’ich he wuz 
a-nibblin’ en a-croppin’ de grass. Mr. Lion make hisse’f know’d, 
en den he tuck’n ax Mr. Hoss do he know Mr. Man. 
“‘Mighty well,’ sez Mr. Hoss, sezee, ‘en mo’n dat, I bin a- 
knowin’ ’im a long time. W’at you want wid Mr. Man?’ sezee. 
“‘I’m a-huntin’ ’im up fer ter larrup ’im,’ sez Mr. Lion, 
sezee. ‘Dey tells me he mighty stuck up,’ sezee, ‘en I gwine take 
’im down a peg,’ sezee. 
“Mr. Hoss look at Mr. Lion like he sorry, en bimeby he up’n 
say: — 
“‘I ’speck you better let Mr. Man ’lone,’ sezee. ‘You see how 
big I is, en how much strenk w’at I got, en how tough my foots is,’ 
sezee; ‘well dish yer Mr. Man, he kin take’n take me en hitch me 
up in he buggy, en make me haul ’im all ’roun’, en den he kin 
take’n fassen me ter de plow en make me break up all his new 
groun’,’ sezee. ‘You better go ’long back home. Fus’ news you 
know, Mr. Man’ll have you breakin’ up his new groun’,’ sezee. 
“Spite er all dis, Mr. Lion, he shake he mane en say he gwine 
ter larrup Mr. Man anyhow. He went on down de big road, he 
did, en bimeby he come up wid Mr. Jack Sparrer, settin’ up in de 
top er de tree. Mr. Jack Sparrer, he whirl ’roun’ en chirp, en 
flutter ’bout up dar, en ’pariently make a great ’miration. 
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