THE SHET-UP POSY
THE HORSE THAT B'LEEVED HE'D GET THERE
THE PLANT THAT LOST ITS BERRY
THE STONY HEAD
DIFF'ENT KIND O' BUNDLES
THE BOY THAT WAS SCARET O' DYIN'
'ready?" And that was the ways things went every day.
Jack never gin up; he climbed and climbed, and walked and walked, jest's if he see the place he was goin' to, and 's if it got nearer and nearer. And every night, when they took him off, he was as pleased with his day's journey 's if he'd gone twenty mile. "I've done first-rate to-day," he says to cross, kickin' Billy. "The roads was good, and I never picked up a stone nor dropped a shoe, and I got on a long piece. I'll be there pretty soon," says he. "Why," says Billy, "what a foolish fellow you be! You've been in the same place all day, and ain't got on one mite. What do you mean by there? Where is it you think you're goin', anyway?"
"Well, I don't 'zackly know," says Jack, "but I'm gittin' there real spry. I 'most see it one time to-day." He didn't mind Billy's laughin' at him, and tryin' to keep him from bein' sat'sfied. He jest went on tryin' and tryin' to get there, and hopin' and believin' he would after a spell. He was always