CIII
And wild ducks—some with feathers on 'em yit, and stuffed with grass.
And neighbers—all knows he's bin gone—comes round and gits a bass—
A great big double-breasted "rock," er "black," er maybe pair
Half fills a' ordinary crock.... Doc's fish'll give out there
CIV
Long 'fore his ducks!—But folks'll smile and blandish him, and make
Him tell and tell things!—all the while enjoy 'em jes fer sake
O' pleasin' him; and then turn in and la'nch him from the start
A-tellin' all the things ag'in they railly know by heart.
CV
He's jes a child, 's what Sifers is! And-sir, I'd ruther see
That happy, childish face o' his, and puore simplicity,
Than any shape er style er plan o' mortals otherwise—
With perfect faith in God and man a-shinin' in his eyes.
Tamám.