'Twas a _'nageree_ we went to.

You know I held you in my arms over de people's heads to see de monkeys ride.
"Well, Aunt Peggy say she runned till she couldn't run no longer, so she clumb a great tree, and sat in de branches and watched him.

He made straight for de river, and he kicked up de sand wid his hoofs, as he went along, till he come to de bank; den he begins to drink, and he drinks, I tell you.

Aunt Peggy say every swaller he took was least a gallon, and he drunk all dat blessed mornin.

After a while she seed de water gitting very low, and last he gits enuff.