But I'd like to know why! Ef a mockin'-bird kin sing God's praises a-singin' trible, and so on through all the parts--you see I larnt the squar notes oncet at a singin'-- why, I don't see to save me why the bass of the owl a'n't jest as good praisin' ef 'ta'n't quite sech fine singin'.

Do you, now?
An' I kinder had a feller-feelin' fer the owl.

I says to him,' Well, ole feller, you and me is jist alike in one thing.

Our notes a'n't appreciated by the public.' But maybe God thinks about as much of the real ginowine hootin' of a owl as he does of the highfalugeon whistlin' of a mockin'-bird all stole from somebody else.

An' ef my varses is kinder humbly to hear, anyway they a'n't made like other folkses; they're all of 'em outen my head--sech as it is." "You certainly have struck an original vein," said Albert, who had a passion for nature in the rough.