ngs; an' sez dey, 'Good-bye ter yer, Sis
Nancy Jane O. I hope yer'll enjoy yerse'f,' sez dey; an' den dey riz up
an' stretched out dey wings, an' away dey flewed.

"Wen Po' Nancy Jane O seed de trick wat dey played her, she couldn'
hardly stan' still, she wuz so mad; an' she pulled an' she jerked an'
she stretched ter git er loose, but de string wuz so strong, an' de bush
wuz so fum, she wuz jes er was'en 'er strengt'. An' den she sot down,
an' she 'gun ter cry ter herse'f, an' ter sing,

"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!
Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'

"An' atter er wile hyear come de ole bullfrog Pigunawaya. He sez ter
hisse'f, sezee, 'Wat's dat I hyear?' Den he lis'en, an' he hyear sump'n
gwine,

"'Please on-tie, please on-tie Po' Nancy Jane O!'

an' he went whar he hyeard de soun', an' dar wuz de po' bird layin' down
all tied ter de bush.

"'Umph!' says Pigunawaya, sezee, 'Ain't dis Nancy Jane O, de
swif'es'-flyin' bird dey is?' sezee; 'wat ail 'long yer, chile? wat yer
cryin' 'bout?' An' atter Nancy Jane O she up an' tol' 'im, den de frog
sez:

"'Now look er yer; I wuz er gwine myse'f ter see ef'n I could'n git dat
gol'-stone; hit's true I don't stan' much showin' 'long o' _birds_, but
den ef'n eber I gits dar, wy I kin jes jump right in an' fotch up de
stone wile de birds is er waitin' fur de crick ter run down. An' now,
s'posin' I wuz ter ontie yer, Nancy Jane O, could yer tuck me on yer
back an' cyar me ter de crick? an' den we'd hab de sho' thing on de
gol'-stone, caze soon's eber we git dar, I'll git it, an' we'll cyar it
bof tergedder ter de king, an' den we'll bof git de deares' wush uv our
hearts. Now wat yer say? speak yer min'. Ef'n yer able an' willin' ter
tote me fum hyear ter de crick, I'll ontie yer; efn yer ain't, den far
yer well, caze I mus' be er gittin' erlong.'

"Well, Nancy Jane O, she stedded an' stedded in her min', an' by'mby she
sez, 'Brer Frog,' sez she, 'I b'lieve I'll try yer; ontie me,' sez she,
'an' git on, an' I'll tuck yer ter de crick.' Den de frog he clum on her
back an' ontied her, an' she flopped her wings an' started off. Hit wuz
mighty hard flyin' wid dat big frog on her back; but Nancy Jane O wuz er
flyer, mun, yer hyeard me! an' she jes lit right out, an' she flew an'
she flew, an' atter er wile she got in sight er de birds, an' dey
looked, an' dey see her comin', an' den dey 'gun ter holler,

"'Who on-tied, who on-tied Po' Nancy Jan