Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-29

wuz way in de lead. but long bout middle
creep up on i'm, an bless goodness, he
kotch UP an KEEP even wild him an les
10 dey got ter dc cen eff he ain come out
q derr's lenk ahaid Nv him. All dem whar
bin bettin' on de Turkey sont UP a greet
cheer. ap Jedge Bizzy Buzzu'd he say,
sezzee, Ladiz an gemmen. Teller creeturs
or desc diggin's. you done seed fit ter pint
me ter de 'pawtant ONCE err 5edge on dis
'casion. web Office done all ter de bes'
er my disability. an hope It gwins be
sassifactry ter you all wen 'nounce dat
ow' fren.' Mistah Wil'yum Wirtukkey is
de winner er dis race. all far an souar,'
comm out jes' one lenk ahaid NV ow'
'spected fren', Mistah Dappledeer. You is
now all reques' to step up ter de pile an
ladiz gwine see dat you git wat comm ter
you. I don wanter year bout none or
you snougin' an snatchin' wat doan'b'long
to you. Les be mannerly bout dis. You
Mistah Lionl You, Mistah Giant! Come
way fun dat pile! You got no bfzness dar.
Yo' 'greemint wuz ter bet yo' lifes on dis,
an we all wanster see you come on an I'LL
de contrac'. Tze settin' yer to see fair
turn down at de next lection fer dom
hit. OATS wat a jedge Is fer, ter see
far play an I wants yer all ter know hit.
Dis way, Mistah Lion; dis way, Mistah
Giant
Den de giant he step 10th an he say.
sezee. We'll. Mistah Lion, dish yer's whar /
reckon 1 gotter teck yo life.
Lion he roar hisse'f hoarse an bristle up
his name, an he say, sezee, Now lissen at
dat fool man! He ain nuver run up ag
my claws err he DON talk LAX dat. Jes walt
ontwel hook em inter him am you'll year
him laugh ON tu'rr side Nv his mouf. Who
dat you gwine teck his life? Me? Now
STAINS befo' all desc folks an l axes you
ter come an do hit
vivid dat de giant he reich down
an pick up de Lion by de scrun
de groun' an wen dey all come a-runnin'.
dar wuz de greet Mistah Lion stretch
out on de yearf, stone daid. Dey all mex
greet 'miration, but dey ain vase many
tears over i'm, 'kase dey wuZ all so feard
NV him dat mos NV EN- wuz glad ter git
shed NV him.
"Jedge Bizzy Buzzu'd he mex 'em III
speech He say, sezee, My fren's eff 1
dish yer rampin'. r'arin', rippin', roarin',
boasIn'. tearin' creetur 'ud be Twin dis ve'y
minnit ter set yall shatin' an quakin.
Oars no 'nyin' dat fac: wants y'au ter
pint annurr jedge. An now I mus come
down often dis perch an tell y'all so
long" kase I sees some mighty p'tickler
bizness waitin' fer me over yonner IN dat
fur flel'.'
vivid dat ledge Buzzu'd Topped his wings
an fewed off an lef de creeturs ter talk
de marter over an boun' you der tongues
wagged scannelous. De towels whar betted
on Mistah Dapple- deer an los wuz plumb
'stunded wild de 'cision Jedge Buzzu'd mex
in de case. 'Lawdy, lawdy, dey seq. tie
think er dat OF ninkum settin' up ter know
mon we'all an passin' Judgments fer US.
Wen be switched eff we set down unner
no sSch ez dat. Now see yer, wat we gwine
do bout dis? Mistah Tarry-lOng Tarrp pin.
you orter be de one ter teck dat towel
down, 'kase you done owe him a gredge
uver sence de time he mex de 'cision gins
you Wen you race wild de hummin' d.
Mstah Lion he daid an gone; he KANT
sottle ledge Buzzu'd's hash fer him,
now we gwine putt ow' 'pennance on you
'Tarr'pin he study a vile an den he
say. 'Gemmen. I wish you ain spring dis
on me so suddintly Seem lax hit drive all
de idees outen my haid- You orter tor me
bout dis sooner den mebbe 1 moughter had
sump'n raidy. Y'all have ter wait now
ontwel / sees my. way cler. Time, time.
gimme time; seem lax I ain nuver had
huff er dat yit But eff you'll do dat, I'll
promuss ter do de bes' 1 kin, an dats all
ken do
''Dey seq to i'm, 'Teck all de time dey Is,
Mistah Tarry-long, jes so you fix him out
In de cen, Gilt. yo'se'f a good raidy an
den whu'l in an teck him down so fur t
he'll know jes' who he is
vivid dat dey all up an go home, an
FUN dat time on Tarry-long he study an
he study an he study bout Jedge Bizzy
Buzzud. Las one day he come long an
seed Of Buzzu'd layin' fas' asleep in dc
heat er de day. teckin a noonin under
tree. He crope up closter an he year
buZZu StloTln way lax a steam in1in
an evy now an den lettin' out a III puff
er a snort De laws an de prophitsr sezee.
lissen at dat Oh man huff ter 'sturb de
hull naberhoods Nem'line, suits my time
prezackly.'
HE sot dar a vile laughin' at ledge
Buzzu'd. 'kase he look plumb reedlkelous
wild his footses stickin' up in de air an
his mouf wide open. Den he crope up an
he crope up an he try Oh BuZzud by
ticklin' i'm on de toes, but de jedge wuz so
fas asleep dat he jes' drord EN- up "a
III an gin a extry loud puff an den went
on 'tendin' ter his breathin'. Den Tarr'pin
he crope up closter yit an tuck a hull
han'ful er III insec's an putt EN- on
Buzzu'd's haid, an den he crope off an
went home fas' ez he cud, witch 'twan't
no faster dan de law low.
ledge Buzzu'd sut'ny had q time wild
his haid. Dem norty III insec ain lef'
him no peace day ner night. an de long
an de shawl NV hit wuz dat he los evy
hya'r outen his haid, an he bin gwne
roun' bal-haided uver sence. You kin see
i'm mos any lay in de ear perch up in
a OF daid tree, wild his haid all bare ter
de sun an de wind an de rain, lookin'
mighty sollumcholly an thinkin' over dem
oil days W en- he ac' de part er jedge fer
de creeturs an dey snatch him bald-haIded
fer his pains"