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Howard, Anna Kelsey

"The Canadian Elocutionist"

Whin I got among the branches I looked
quietly round till I saw a pair of big eyes just forninst me.
"Whist," sez I, "and I let him have a taste of an Irish stick," an' wid
that I let drive an' lost me balance an' came tumblin' to the ground,
nearly breaking me neck wid the fall. Whin I came to me sinsis I had a very
sore head wid a lump on it like a goose egg, and half me Sunday coat-tail
tore off intirely. I spoke to the chap in the tree, but could get niver an
answer at all, at all.
Sure, thinks I, he must have gone home to rowl up his head, for I don't
throw me stick for nothin'.
Well, by this time the moon was up and I could see a little, and I
detarmined to make one more effort to reach Dennis's.
I went on cautiously for awhile, an' thin I heard a bell. "Sure," sez I,
"I'm comin' to a settlement now, for I hear the church bell." I kept on
toward the sound till I came to an ould cow wid a bell on. She started to
run, but I was too quick for her, and got her by the tail and hung on,
thinkin' that maybe she would take me out of the woods.


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