"Dat is, not wid my own eyes.

But I see him settin' in de woods, lookin' dat lonesome and losted like, I felt real sorry for him.

Yas'm," and to prove his deep sympathy for the unfortunate bird he stroked its breast lovingly.
Mrs.Cary turned away to hide her laughter.

"How did you catch him ?" "How ?" repeated Uncle Billy, while his ancient mind worked with unusual rapidity.

"I got down on all fo's in the thick weeds, an' cluk like a hen.