It said: 'This is the first time I ever swallered a bear, an' if you don't mind I'll stay on the outside.

I kind o' like you.' But the bear did mind.

He didn't want to be et up by a basket.

He'd always done the swallerin' himself an' he hollered an' swore at the basket an' tried to scare it off.

Oh, I tell ye he was awful sassy and impudent to that old thing, but it hung on and the way he flounced around, with Sambo clingin' to his tail, and the bear thinkin' that he was bein' swallered at both ends, was awful.