"Then the stranger asked the fiddler 'Won't you play the rest for me?'
'Don't know it,' says the fiddler, 'Play it for yourself!' says he——"
"Maybe you can do what the stranger did, Bosephus—maybe you can play it yourself, eh?" grunted the huge animal, pausing and glowering at the little boy.
"Oh, no, sir—I—I—that is, sir, I can only wh-whistle or s-sing it!" trembled Bo.
"What!"
"Y-yes, sir. I——"
"You can sing it?" shouted the Bear, joyfully, and for once forgetting to fiddle. "You don't say so!"
"Why, of course!" laughed Bo; "everybody in Arkansaw can do that. It goes this way:—
"Then the stranger took the fiddle, with a ridy-diddle-diddle,
And the strings began to jingle at the tingle of the bow,
