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He smiled sarcastically, showing his glorious wealth of mouth, but still sat there as though he had stuck his tail into the door-steps and couldn't get it out.
So I waived the formality of going in at the front door, and went around to the portcullis, on the off side of the house, but Kosciusko was there when I arrived. The cook, seeing a stranger lurking around the manor house, encouraged Kosciusko to come and gorge himself with a part of my leg, which he did. Acting on this hint I went to the barn.
I do not know why I went to the barn, but somehow there was nothing in the house that I wanted. When a man wants to be by himself there is no place like a good, quiet barn for thought. So I went into the barn, about three feet prior to Kosciusko.
Noticing the stairway, I ascended it in an aimless kind of way, about four steps at a time. What happened when we got into the haymow I do not now recall, only that Kosciusko and I frolicked around there in the hay for some time. Occasionally I would be on the top, and then he would have all the delegates, until finally I got hold of a pitchfork, and freedom shrieked when Kosciusko fell. I wrapped myself up in an old horse-net and went into the house. Some of my clothes were afterwards found in the hay, and the doctor pried a part of my person out of Kosciusko's jaws, but not enough to do me any good.
I have owned, in all, eleven dogs, and they all died violent deaths, and went out of the world totally unprepared to die.
Orchard's where I'd ruther be-
And the whole airth underneath
Sorto' so's a man kin breathe Like he ort, and kindo' has Elbow-room to keerlessly Sprawl out len'thways on the grass,
Where the shadders thick and soft As the kivvers on the bed
Mother fixes in the loft Allus, when they's company !
Jes' a sorto' lazein' there-
Through the wavin' leaves above,
Like a feller 'ats in love
Got some sort o' interest
Maybe find a bluebird's nest
Up some other apple-tree ! Watch the swallers skootin' past 'Bout as peert as you could ast;
Er the Bobwhite raise and whiz
Ketch a shadder down below,
Er a hawk away up there,
Hear the old hen squawk, and squat
chick she's got, Suddent-like !-And she knows where
That air hawk is, well as you !
Eyes a-glittering like glass
Pee-wees' singin', to express
My opinion, 's second-class, Yit you'll hear ’em more er less;
Sapsucks gettin' down to biz, Weedin' out the lonesomeness; Mr. Bluejay, full o'sass,
In those base-ball clothes o' his,
Sun out in the field kin sizz,
That's jes' what I'd like to do
Plague ! ef they aint sompin' in
Here in June especially ! -
Jes' a-restin' through and through, I could git along without
Nothin' else at all to do
Only jes' a-wishin' you
Lay out there and try to see
Jes' how lazy you kin be !
Yer straw hat acrost yer eyes,
Maybe, smilin' back at you
Clouds o’gold and white and blue !
March ain't never nothin' new !-
Little hints o' sunshine and
Green around the timber-land-
With wild honey! Rench my hair