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The Bear-Story

    By James Whitcomb Riley



    THAT ALEX "IST MAKED UP HIS-OWN-SE'F"

    W'y, wunst they wuz a Little Boy went out
    In the woods to shoot a Bear. So, he went out
    'Way in the grea'-big woods - he did. - An' he
    Wuz goin'along - an'goin'along, you know,
    An' purty soon he heerd somepin' go "Wooh!" -
    Ist thataway - "Woo-ooh!" An' he wuz skeered,
    He wuz. An' so he runned an' clumbed a tree -
    A grea'-big tree, he did, - a sicka-more tree.
    An' nen he heerd it agin: an' he looked round,
    An' 't'uz a Bear! - a grea'-big, shore-nuff Bear! -
    No: 't'uz two Bears, it wuz - two grea'-big Bears -
    One of 'em wuz - ist one's a grea'-big Bear. -
    But they ist boff went "Wooh! " - An' here they come
    To climb the tree an' git the Little Boy
    An'eat him up!

        An' nen the Little Boy
    He 'uz skeered worse'n ever! An' here come
    The grea'-big Bear a-climbin' th' tree to git
    The Little Boy an' eat him up - Oh, no! -
    It 'uzn't the Big Bear 'at clumb the tree -
    It 'uz the Little Bear. So here he come
    Climbin' the tree - an' climbin' the tree! Nen when
    He git wite clos't to the Little Boy, w'y nen
    The Little Boy he ist pulled up his gun
    An' shot the Bear, he did, an' killed him dead!
    An' nen the Bear he falled clean on down out
    The tree - away clean to the ground, he did
    Spling-splung! he falled plum down, an' killed him, too!
    An' lit wite side o' where the' Big Bear's at.

    An' nen the Big Bear's awful mad, you bet! -
    'Cause - 'cause the Little Boy he shot his gun
    An' killed the Little Bear. - 'Cause the Big Bear
    He - he 'uz the Little Bear's Papa. - An' so here
    He come to climb the big old tree an' git
    The Little Boy an' eat him up! An' when
    The Little Boy he saw the grea'-big Bear
    A-comin', he 'uz badder skeered, he wuz,
    Than any time! An' so he think he'll climb
    Up higher - 'way up higher in the tree
    Than the old Bear kin climb, you know. - But he -
    He can't climb higher 'an old Bears kin climb, -
    'Cause Bears kin climb up higher in the trees
    Than any little Boys In all the Wo-r-r-ld!

    An' so here come the grea'-big Bear, he did, -
    A-climbin' up - an' up the tree, to git
    The Little Boy an' eat him up! An' so
    The Little Boy he clumbed on higher, an' higher.
    An' higher up the tree - an' higher - an' higher -
    An' higher'n iss-here house is! - An' here come
    Th' old Bear - clos'ter to him all the time! -
    An' nen - first thing you know, - when th' old Big Bear
    Wuz wite clos't to him - nen the Little Boy
    Ist jabbed his gun wite in the old Bear's mouf
    An' shot an' killed him dead! - No; I fergot, -
    He didn't shoot the grea'-big Bear at all -
    'Cause they 'uz no load in the gun, you know -
    'Cause when he shot the Little Bear, w'y, nen
    No load 'uz anymore nen in the gun!

    But th' Little Boy clumbed higher up, he did -
    He clumbed lots higher - an' on up higher - an' higher
    An' higher - tel he ist can't climb no higher,
    'Cause nen the limbs 'uz all so little, 'way
    Up in the teeny-weeny tip-top of
    The tree, they'd break down wiv him ef he don't
    Be keerful! So he stop an' think: An' nen
    He look around - An' here come th' old Bear!
    An' so the Little Boy make up his mind
    He's got to ist git out o' there some way! -
    'Cause here come the old Bear! - so clos't, his bref's
    Purt 'nigh so's he kin feel how hot it is
    Aginst his bare feet - ist like old "Ring's" bref
    When he's ben out a-huntin' an's all tired.
    So when th' old Bear's so clos't - the Little Boy
    Ist gives a grea'-big jump fer 'nother tree -
    No! - no he don't do that! - I tell you what
    The Little Boy does: - W'y, nen - w'y, he - Oh, yes -
    The Little Boy he finds a hole up there
    'At's in the tree
- an' climbs in there an' hides -
    An' nen the old Bear can't find the Little Boy
    Ut-tall! - But, purty soon th' old Bear finds
    The Little Boy's gun 'at's up there - 'cause the gun
    It's too tall to tooked wiv him in the hole.
    So, when the old Bear find' the gun, he knows
    The Little Boy ist hid 'round somers there, -
    An' th' old Bear 'gins to snuff an' sniff around,
    An' sniff an' snuff around - so's he kin find
    Out where the Little Boy's hid at. - An' nen - nen -
    Oh, yes! - W'y, purty soon the old Bear climbs
    'Way out on a big limb - a grea'-long limb, -
    An' nen the Little Boy climbs out the hole
    An' takes his ax an' chops the limb off!... Nen
    The old Bear falls k-splunge! clean to the ground
    An' bust an' kill hisse'f plum dead, he did!

    An' nen the Little Boy he git his gun
    An' 'menced a-climbin' down the tree agin -
    No! - no, he didn't git his gun - 'cause when
    The Bear falled, nen the gun falled, too - An' broked
    It all to pieces, too! - An' nicest gun! -
    His Pa ist buyed it! - An' the Little Boy
    Ist cried, he did; an' went on climbin' down
    The tree - an' climbin' down - an' climbin' down! -
    An'-sir! when he 'uz purt'-nigh down, - w'y, nen
    The old Bear he jumped up agin! - an he
    Ain't dead ut-tall - ist 'tendin' thataway,
    So he kin git the Little Boy an' eat
    Him up! But the Little Boy he 'uz too smart
    To climb clean down the tree. - An' the old Bear
    He can't climb up the tree no more - 'cause when
    He fell, he broke one of his - He broke all
    His legs! - an' nen he couldn't climb! But he
    Ist won't go 'way an' let the Little Boy
    Come down out of the tree. An' the old Bear
    Ist growls 'round there, he does - ist growls an' goes
    "Wooh! woo-ooh!" all the time! An' Little Boy
    He haf to stay up in the tree - all night -
    An' 'thout no supper neever! - Only they
    Wuz apples on the tree! - An' Little Boy
    Et apples - ist all night - an' cried - an' cried!
    Nen when 'tuz morning th' old Bear went "Wooh!"
    Agin, an' try to climb up in the tree
    An' git the Little Boy. - But he can't
    Climb t'save his soul, he can't! - An' oh! he's mad! -
    He ist tear up the ground! an' go "Woo-ooh!"
    An' - Oh,yes! - purty soon, when morning's come
    All light - so's you kin see, you know, - w'y, nen
    The old Bear finds the Little Boy's gun, you know,
    'At's on the ground. - (An' it ain't broke ut-tall -
    I ist said that!) An' so the old Bear think
    He'll take the gun an' shoot the Little Boy: -
    But Bears they don't know much 'bout shootin' guns:
    So when he go to shoot the Little Boy,
    The old Bear got the other end the gun
    Agin his shoulder, 'stid o' th'other end -
    So when he try to shoot the Little Boy,
    It shot the Bear, it did - an' killed him dead!
    An' nen the Little Boy dumb down the tree
    An' chopped his old wooly head off: - Yes, an' killed
    The other Bear agin, he did - an' killed
    All boff the bears, he did - an' tuk 'em home
    An' cooked 'em, too, an' et 'em!

        - An' that's



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