An' by'mby de crow, wat
wuz allers er cunin' bird, sez, 'I tell yer wat we'll do; we'll all
gin er feas',' sezee, 'an' git Nancy Jane O ter come, an' den we'll
all club togedder an' tie her,' sezee.
"Dat took dey fancy, an' dey sont de lark on erhead fur ter catch up
wid Nancy Jane O, an' ter ax' er ter de feas'. Well, mun, de lark he
nearly kill hese'f er flyin'. He flew an' he flew an' he flew, but
pyear'd like de fas'er he went de furder erhead wuz Nancy Jane O.
"But Nancy Jane O, bein' so fur er start uv all de res', an' not er
dreamin' 'bout no kin' er develment, she 'lowed she'd stop an' take er
nap, an' so de lark he come up wid 'er, wile she wuz er set'n on er
sweet-gum lim', wid 'er head un'er 'er wing. 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.'
"Nancy Jane O she 'lowed ter herse'f she could soon git erhead uv 'em
ergin, so she 'greed ter wait; an' by'mby hyear day come er flyin'.
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