The mule was swift upon his feet,
Could run a mile a minit!
He beat the hosses at the track—
Not wan of thim was in it!”
“Fine song! Make Injun heap laugh!” cried Link and began to dance around as if greatly pleased.
“White boy sing more such song,” put in Harry. “Injun learn ’em.” And almost out of breath poor Teddy went on, wobbling from side to side as he did so:
“Me father’s mule he loved to eat
Green grass and ripe pertaters,
But niver cared a single cent
To swallow ripe termaters!