A mess he’d ketched thet day—“they git ’em thar,
So I’ve heerd tell, but I dunno’s they is,
An’ dunno as they is.” An’ when I ’low
It looks right smart like rain, Bill squints aroun’
An’ sez he shouldn’t wonder whether ’t did
Or not. An’ when he’s stuck a pig, an’ Willy,
A-lookin’ on with bulgin’ baby eyes,
Sez breathless, “Paw, ’s ’e daid?”—all Bill kin say’s,
“Wal, I suspishun so; he’d orter be.”
I ast ’im onct ’f ’e tho’t th’ alfalfy’d ketch.