Tell ye what I'll dew.

Ye scratched my back an' now I'll scratch your'n." 'Gee whiz!' said I.
'Yessir, that's what the bear said,' Uncle Eb went on.

'The boy he up 'n run like a nailer.

The bear he laughed hearty 'n scratched the ground like Sam Hill, 'n flung the dirt higher'n his head.
'"Look here," says he, as the boy stopped, "I jes' swallered a piece o mutton.

Run yer hand int' my throat an I'll let ye hev it." 'The bear he opened his mouth an' showed his big teeth.' 'Whew!' I whistled.
'Thet's eggszac'ly what he done,' said Uncle Eb.