Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-02-11
'sHowdy, Mistah Dapple-Deer, Howdy.''


far off days when the hare was the great
hero of many tale told by the camp
fires of her fathers people, began the
story of the lost horns.
Il done toP you," she commenced, dat
Hyar' useter wear hawns, an dis hue
come he ter lose EN-. At fus' he ain have
none, but he git ter be sech big man an
sech smart man dat de creeturs look up
ter him nightly, an dey wanter do
sumpn ter show der Regards Nv i'm,
'kase dish yer WIZ befo' he git SO trick
ish; so dey have wat dey call a kyouncll
an talk hit all over an agree ter gin him
a harnsum pair er hawns, thfnkin dat
sech a smart creetur boun' ter mex good
use Nv em. So dey call him up an dey
ses, 'Mistah Hyar, We done eide ter putt
desc hawns on you. an we wants you ter
member dat we nuver puts EN- ON any
but tiptop men an natchel-bawn run
ners an we specs you ter keep up yO'
good name in dis marter. Now lessee W at
you kin do wild en-
''Dey gin him de wud an way he went,
but mebbe de hawns mex i'm feel sort er
onbalance in de haid er somehows outer
keller 'kase stidder runnin' lax he use
ter he-went wild q sort er hop, skip an
jump, an in de place err gwine up an
down de medders whar him an Mistah
Dapple- deer useter kite roun' togerr,
mighty good fren's, he jes' tucken ter de
bresh an dey ain see him no mo- fer so
long time.
DE creeturs say ter one nu'rr, Wat in
de name er goodness done coined over
Mistah Hyar'? He useter live out in de
open long wild Mistah Deer, havin' his
se'f lax a 'sponsible pusson an now he
done quit we-all, an lawd on'y knows
whar he is at Look-a-yer Mistah Dap
ple-deer, we gwine pint you ter hunt UP
yo' fren' an bring i'm back ter dis kyoun-
Gil. Kin we pend on you fer dis, subj
Deer he say: Well, 1 ain mex no
promuss; dat ain my way. Maxim an
breakin' is bofe pow'ful easy; but eff I
crtryfr a. 49, T i;
much 1 gwine do wat I kin. but mebbe
you has notuss dat folks is bout de mos
onsu'tn truck wat dey is; 1 mought
arnser fer Mistah Hyar' yist'd'y. but I
KANT tell wat he gwine do tomorrer.'
We'll, sub, he go an he hunt an he
hunt an he hunt. Fus' he look in de
medders, no Mistah Hyar'; den he look in
de woods, no Mistah Hyar': den he tuck
ter lookin' in de bresh, an dar he wuz
settin' up on his 'hime laigs an gnorrin'
a locus twig. jes' ez onconsarn' ez eff he
bin lfvin' dar all his life
Ned interrupted to say, What in the
world did he want to gnaw locust twig
for?"
"Oh, dat wuz fer his front tools He
teck a twig er de black locus. 'kase dat
good an hard, an he gnor an he gnor
ter keep his front tools groun' down; fer
eff he ain do dat dey'd grow SO long he
udden use EN-, deed dey would Well
| he wuz grindin' way on de twig an he
year Deer comm an he say. Howdy
| Mistah Dapple-deer. howdy,' widout even
| SO much ez turnin his haid.
We'll, NV all de newsv SEE Deer, sezee
| wat you dom yer so fur fun de place
, whar you b'longs ter?
| "Jes gittin' my tools in good fix.
! sezee. gnorrin' on ez eff he nuver spec
| ter git nu'rr locus twfg.
Come long outen YER seq Deer, dis
| no place fer a man err yo' breens an I'M
nerstannin'; come out yer in de open an
| show yo'se'f Wat mex you wanter skulk
| an hide yo'se'f in de bresh?
"Tired er de OPEN seq Hyar', sezee
| tired err runnin' races; tired err gwine all
| 'roun creashun ter fin vittles. Gwine
stay right in yer war kin fin EN- handy
| gwine teck things easy fun dis on Ell
desc yer breens er mine whar you talk
bout is good fer anything, dey tell me
dat w'uk don gree wild me, nohow.'
! Deer he suade an he 'suade, blu,
'twan't no use, an las Hyar' git kind Ell
riley an he say, he do: DON you
| 'suade me no mo-. My min done mex up
| You better femme lone, 'kase now got m,
desc hawns is kind er dangersome, an yo,
bes' not git In fist-an'- skull fight wild me
| 'kase ders no tellin' whar you mought brinf
up, on de pint er desc hawns dunno: