Horatio had seated himself by the roadside and was snorting and clawing at his tongue.
"I must have some honey, Bo," he said, "to take away that dreadful taste. You must find me some honey, Bo."
"You see, Ratio," said the little boy, "it doesn't pay to take things."
"Bosephus," said the Bear, "a man who will plant a tree like that so near the road deceives wilfully and should be punished."
They walked along slowly, the two dogs barking after them from behind the hedge.
Just beyond the next bend in the road a beautiful plantation came into view. They turned into the cane yard and immediately the workhands surrounded them. Horatio felt better by this time, and they began a performance. First Bo sang and then Horatio gave a gymnastic exhibition. Then at last Bo sang a closing verse as follows:—
"Now our little show is ended, and we hope you think it splendid,
And we trust we've not offended or displeased you anywhere,
You have paid us to be funny, and we thank you for the money,
But I'd like a little honey for the Old—Black—Bear.