"Den he 'gun ter stedy how wuz he fur ter git dat stone.
"He stedded an' he stedded, an' pyeard like de mo' he stedded de mo'
he couldn' fix no way fur ter git it. He knowed he wuz blin', an' he
knowed he trab'l so slow dat he 'lowed 'twould be years pun top er
years befo' he'd git ter de crick, an' so he made up in 'is min' dat
he'd let somebody git it fur 'im. Den, bein' ez he wuz de king, an'
could grant any kin' er wush, he sont all roun' thu de kentry
eb'ywhar, an' 'lowed dat any bird or fish, or any kin' er little beas'
dat 'oud fotch 'im dat stone, he'd grant 'em de deares' wush er dey
hearts.
"Well, mun, in er few days de whole yearth wuz er movin'; eb'ything
dar wuz in de lan' wuz er gwine.
"Some wuz er hoppin' an' some wuz er crawlin' an' some wuz er flyin',
jes 'cord'n to dey natur'; de birds dey 'lowed ter git dar fus', on
'count er fly'n so fas'; but den de little stone wuz in de water, an'
dey'd hatter wait till de crick run down, so 'twuz jes 'bout broad ez
'twuz long.
"Well, wile dey wuz all er gwine, an, de birds wuz in de lead, one day
dey hyeard sump'n gwine f-l-u-shsh-- f-l-u-shsh-- an' sump'n streaked
by like lightnin', and dey look way erhead, dey did, an' dey seed
Nancy Jane O. Den dey hearts 'gun ter sink, an' dey gin right up, caze
dey knowed she'd out-fly eb'ything on de road.
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