“—if a big, shaggy buffalo, wid two, sharp, horns, dat long, were to rush right at you?” Edna was plaguing her, when a sudden jolt of the van set up a loud cackling from a dozen scared cocks and hens.
“Drat dose fowl; as if dair were none in Cuna-Cuna!” Mrs. Mouth addressed her husband.
“Not birds ob dat brood,” he retorted, plaintively starting to sing.
“I t’ink when I read dat sweet story ob old,
When Jesus was here among men,
How He called lil chillens as lambs to His fold,
I should hab like to hab been wid dem den!
I wish dat His hands had been placed ahn my head,
Dat His arms had been thrown aroun’ me,
An’ dat I might hab seen His kind look when He said,