Beaver he stood dar er
lookin' at de creek, an' by'mby he axes,

"'How deep is it?'

"'Knee-deep, knee-deep,' answered the little frogs. An' de Bullfrogs,
dey kep' er sayin, 'Come over, come over;' an' de little frogs kep' er
hollin,' 'Jus' knee-keep; jus' knee-deep,' tell de Beaver he pitched in
fur ter swim 'cross; an', gemmun, de creek wuz so deep, an de water so
swiff, tell hit put 'im up ter all he knowed. He had ter strain an' ter
wrestle wid dat water tell hit flattent his tail out same ez er shobel,
an' er little mo'n he'd er los' his life; but hit larnt him er lesson. I
ain't _nuber_ hyeard uv his meddlin' wid nuffin' fum dat time ter dis;
but, I tell yer, in de hot summer nights, wen he hatter drag dat flat
tail uv his'n atter him ev'ywhar he go, 'stid er havin' er nice handy
tail wat he kin turn ober his back like er squ'l, I lay yer, mun, he's
wusht er many er time he'd er kep' his dev'lment ter hisse'f, an' let
dem frogs erlone."

Here Daddy Jake happened to look down, and he caught Polly nodding.

"Oh yes!" said the old man, "yer may nod; dat's des wat's de matter wid
de niggers now, dem sleepy-head ways wat dey got is de cazhun uv dey
hyar bein' kunkt up an' dey skins bein' black."

"Is that what makes it, Daddy?" asked Diddie, much interested.

"Ub cose hit is," replied Daddy. "Ef'n de nigger hadn't ben so
sleepy-headed, he'd er ben wite, an' his hyar'd er ben straight des like
yourn. Yer see, atter de Lord made 'im, den he lont him up 'gins de
fence-corner in de sun fur ter dry; an' no sooner wuz de Lord's back
turnt, an' de sun 'gun ter come out kin'er hot, dan de nigger he 'gun
ter nod, an' er little mo'n he wuz fas' ter sleep. Well, wen de Lord
sont atter 'im fur ter finish uv 'im up, de angel couldn't fin' 'im,
caze he didn't know de zack spot whar de Lord sot 'im; an' so he
hollered an' called, an' de nigger he wuz 'sleep, an' he nuber hyeard
'im; so de angel tuck de wite man, an' cyard him 'long, an' de Lord
polished uv 'im off. Well, by'mby de nigger he waked up; but, dar now!
he wuz bu'nt black, an' his hyar wuz all swuv'llt up right kinky.

"De Lord, seein' he wuz spilte, he didn't 'low fur ter finish 'im, an'
wuz des 'bout'n ter thow 'im 'way, wen de wite man axt fur 'im; so de
Lord he finished 'im up des like he wuz, wid his skin black an' his hyar
kunkt up, an' he gun 'im ter de wite man, an' I see he's got 'im plum
tell yit."

"Was it you, Daddy?" asked Dumps.

"Wy, no, honey, h