“Follow long road, timber, follow!
Follow long road, timber, follow!
Follow long road, timber, follow!
Leap, timber, leap! leap, timber, leap!
Leap, me timber, leap! leap, timber, leap!”
The timber pick up himself an’ fall in the corner. Now the king [[126]]tek after Anansi was to kill him, couldn’t catch him, run under a stone an’ by the time they get up the stone, slip beneath the door crevice!
Jack man dora!
b. Grass-quit (fragment).
Howard Robinson, Retirement, Cock-pit country.