42 THE CAROLINA PARROT. wes 
Put it down in your little book,—a four-post 
bed, I say, | 
With damask moreen hangings, and made every 
day! ha! ha! ha! 
Oh, how it makes me laugh! ha! ha! ha! 
I shall split my sides with laughing some of 
these days! ha! ha! ha! 
CapTalINn. 
Come, now, you silly prate-a-pace, 
Tell us about that Big-bone place, 
Where our acquaintance first began ; 
And of those swamps, untrode by man, 
Where you came, impudent and merry, 
For cockle-burr and hackle-berry. 
Parrot. 
Of the Big-bone lick, did you say ?—Ay, we 
used to go there, 
A Parrot’s very fond of salt! I really declare 
I’ve seen ten thousand of us there altogether,— 
A beautiful sight it was, in fine summer weather, 
