So they hed a good supper 'n' some left fer a bite 'n the mornin'.

'Fore daylight the ship made her pott 'n' lay to, 'side liv a log in a little cove.

The bullfrogs jumped on her main deck an' begun t' holler soon as she hove to: "all ashore! all ashore! all ashore!" The two squirrels woke up but lay quiet 'til the sun rose.

Then they come out on the log 'et looked like a long dock an' run ashore 'n' foun' some o' their own folks in the bush.

An' when they bed tol' their story the ol' father o' the tribe got up 'n a tree an' hollered himself hoarse preachin' 'bout how 't paid t' be savin'.
'"An' we should learn t' save our wisdom es well es our nuts," said a sassy brother; "fer each needs his own wisdom fer his own affairs." 'An the little ship went back 'n' forth 'cross the cove as the win' blew.