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Did you say wums!" said Dan'l, affecting deafness, and holding his hand to his ear. "Yes." "Ay, you're right; they are," grumbled Dan'l. "Deal o' trouble, wums. Gets inter the flower-pots, and makes wum castesses all over the lawn, and they all has to be swept up." "Yes; but I want some for fishing." "'Ficient? Quite right, not sufficient help to get 'em swep' away."
"Will you dig a few worms for me, please?" shouted Dexter in the old man's ear. "Dig wums? What for? Oh, I see, thou'rt going fishing. No; I can't stop." "May I dig some!" cried Dexter; but Dan'l affected not to hear him, and went hurriedly away. "He knew what I wanted all the time," said the boy to himself. "He don't like me no more than Maria does."
His conversation was not extensive; but his black eyes twinkled at Bobby, so the little boy was not afraid of him. When he saw the two approaching, he reached over in the corner and handed out a hickory pole peeled to a beautiful white. "The wums is yonder," said he. Bobby put a fat worm on his hook and sat down in the opposite doorway were he could dangle his feet directly over the river.
It is a small animal dat lives on wums." "Wums?" "Yes." "What are they?" "On wums, scriggley wums and insects, and burrows in the earth." "Why, dear me," said young Jack, innocently, "that must be a mole." Before a word could be said, back went the curtain, and Nero was discovered walking upon a pair of wooden stilts.
"That's right, press down hard. Think you can hold him?" "I don't know; I think so." "Now, look ye here, my lad, thinking won't do; you've got to hold him, and if you feel as you can't you must say so. Rattlesnakes arn't garden wums." "I'll try, and I will hold it," I said. "There you have it, then," he said, releasing the pole, and leaving it quivering and vibrating in my hands.
Den de lark spoke up, an' sezee, 'Sis Nancy Jane O, sezee, 'we birds is gwinter gin er bug feas', caze we'll be sho' ter win de race anyhow, an' bein' ez we've flew'd so long an' so fur, wy we're gwine ter stop an' res' er spell, an' gin er feas'. An' Brer Crow he 'lowed 'twouldn' be no feas' 'tall les'n you could be dar; so dey sont me on ter tell yer to hol' up tell dey come: dey's done got seeds an' bugs an' wums, an' Brer Crow he's gwine ter furnish de corn.
She'd go er walkin' 'long 'im, an' she'd sing songs wid 'im, an' she'd gobble up de berries an' de wums wat he fotch, but den w'en hit come ter marry'n uv 'im, she wan't der.
"WELL," began Uncle Bob, "hit wuz all erlong er de jay bird, jes ez I wuz tellin' yer. Yer see, Mr. Jay Bird he fell'd in love, he did, 'long o' Miss Robin, an' he wuz er courtin' her, too; ev'y day de Lord sen', he'd be er gwine ter see her, an' er singin' ter her, an' er cyarin' her berries an' wums; hut, somehow or udder, she didn't pyear ter tuck no shine ter him.
Mr Copestake!" cried Dexter; but the old man had been suddenly smitten with that worst form of deafness peculiar to those who will not hear; and it was not until Dexter had pursued him round three or four beds, during which he seemed to be blind as well as deaf, that the old man was able to see him. "Eh!" he said. "Master want me?" "No. I'm going fishing; and, please, I want some worms." "Wums?
Well, at dat time de king uv all de fishes an' birds, an' all de little beas'es, like snakes an' frogs an' wums an' tarrypins an' bugs, an' all sich ez dat, he wur er mole dat year! an' he wuz blin' in bof 'is eyes, jes same like any udder mole; an', somehow, he had hyear some way dat dar wuz er little bit er stone name' de gol'-stone, way off fum dar, in er muddy crick, an' ef'n he could git dat stone, an' hol' it in his mouf, he could see same ez anybody.
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