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Title: Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his queer country : what the children saw and heard there
Year: 1922 (1920s)
Authors: Harris, Joel Chandler, 1848-1908
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Publisher: New York : McKinlay, Stone & Mackenzie
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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oes ntcome by way of the spring. But Jimmy Jay-Birdwas pretty slick, and it was some time before Ifound out where he came down and went out. Bysome means or other, he had discovered the big 7 O hollow poplar on the spring branch, and he wascoming and going that way. I know where it is, said Buster John, Yes/ replied Mr. Thimblefinger. «It is theoldest and the biggest tree in the whole countrynext door. But as soon as I found that JimmyJay-Bird was using it as a passageway, I drove apeg in the hole and put an end to his schemes,whatever they may have been. I dont knowwhere he carries his sand and mortar now, andI dont care. But I did nt start out to tell anything aboutJimmy Jay-Bird, continued Mr. Thimblefinger,after pausing a moment. I was thinking aboutthe way a witch was caught by a boy no biggerand not much older than our young friend here. Tell us about it, please ! cried Buster Johnenthusiastically. Well, said Mr. Thimblefinger, its notmuch of a story. You cant take a handful of
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THE GOLDEN-HAIRED, BEAUTIFUL LITTLE GIRL THE BEWITCHED HUNTSMAN. 167 facts and make a story of them unless you knowhow to fling them together. The best I can dois to tell it just as it happened as near as I canremember. When I was a little bit of a fellow — nowdont laugh! cried Mr. Thimblefinger, seeingMr. Rabbit wink at Mrs. Meadows, — I meanwhen I was in my teens. Well, when I wasyounger than I am now, an old witch lived notfar from our house. Her eyes were red aroundthe rims, and her eyeballs looked as if they hadbeen boiled. Everybody called her Peggy Pig-Eye, and she answered to that name about as wellas she did to any other. Near her house therelived a man who had a wife and a son. He wasa tolerably well-to-do man, and all the neighborsthought very well of him. But he used to go totown every sale-day, and at night he would comehome feeling very gay. I dont know what therewas in town to make him feel so gay, but I knowthat he used to come by our house singing at thetop of his

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