"Whar's de dove?"
And the sexton's voice came down through the opening so you could hear it a block:
"Inside de cat!"
But, say, I want to tell you about a genuine farmer that I struck down South.
He lived from hand to mouth, was about as ugly a specimen as the sun ever shone upon, and yet would you believe it this fellow actually thought himself to be the Robby Burns of Alabama?
One of his shadow hogs chanced to be wandering on the railway, and, as sometimes happens, was transformed into bacon ready for the pan.
Naturally he started to collect damages, even while he smoked the remains, and here is the result:
"My razorback strolled down your track
A week ago to-day;
Your 29 came down the line
And snuffed his light away.