as sin,
An' Zeb he hollered 'twas a bear, which I didn't quite
believe in
Until I got down on my knee, an' then I kind o'
laughed,
For su'thin' cur'us showed me where he'd wrote his
autygraft,
An' which way he was travellin' all in the frosty snow;
An' I follered Zeb, the bear-dog, as fast as I could go,
An' purty soon I see