“I want’s my te-e-e-e-e-e-eley-po!”
De man’s voice cum back to him, and he say:
“I aint got your taileypo.”
De varmint says, “Yes, you is.”
He jumped on de man and scratch him all to pieces, and got his taileypo.
All dat’s lef of de man’s house now is de rude heart-stone, and dey say dat when de moon rises roun and red and shines down dat lonely hollow, and de win’ blow, dat you can hear a voice in de win’ day say:
“Tail-a-a-a-a-a-e-eley-po-o-o-o!” and die in de distance.
Once Upon a Time
Every now and then the postman leaves at the office of The Evening Sun a message that brims over with pleasure for the recipient. Among such communications we gratefully acknowledge the following, addressed to us by a young friend in the South: