“What a dog-gone gun.”

’N’en when Ma she fried ’em

’N’ we was a-eatin’

Of ’em up, Ma said ’at

It was beatin’

How that dog could run!—

Guess he’s the goodest gun!

’N’en Pa’s face got red, an’

He scowled at me

Awful, ’n’ said, “You little