and a nigger that could live in an English country-house.
A nigger don't like movin', and it would jist suit him,
if it warn't so awful wet and cold.

"Oh if I was President of these here United States,
I'd suck sugar candy and swing upon de gates;
And them I didn't like, I'd strike 'em off de docket,
And the way we'd go ahead, would be akin to Davy Crockit.
With my zippy dooden, dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey,
With my zippy dooden, dooden dooden, dooden dooden dey.

"It might do for a nigger, suckin' sugar candy and drinkin'
mint-julep; but it won't do for a free and enlightened
citizen like me. A country house--oh goody gracious!
the Lord presarve me from it, I say. If ever any soul
ever catches me there agin, I'll give 'em leave to tell
me of it, that's all. Oh go, Squire, by all means; you
will find it monstrous pleasant, I know you will. Go
and spend a week there; it will make you feel up in the
stirrups, I know. Pr'aps nothin' can exceed it. It takes
the rag off the bush quite. It caps all, that's a fact,
does 'Life in the Country.'




CHAPTER VIII.

BUNKUM.