OUR YOUNG FOLKS.

Daily Telegraph (Napier), Issue 3982, 26 April 1884, Page 2 (Supplement)

OUR YOUNG FOLKS.

A FAIRY STORY BY LITTLE JOHNNY.

Mo and Billy wo ben readn fairy tales, an I never see such woppers. I bet the feller wich rote em will be burnt every tiny little bit up won he dies, but Billy says thoy are all true, but tho facks. Uncle Ned sed cude I tell one and I ast him wot about, and he sed : ' Well Johnny as you got to do the tellin I'le leav the choice of subjeck entirely to you; jest giv us some thing about a little boy that went and sook his forten.' So I sed : ' One time thero was a little boy wont out for to seek his forten, and first thing he see was a great big yello posy on a punkin vine.' Then Uncle Ned ho sed. ' Johnny, was that the punkin vino which your hed onco had a bizness connection with ?' But I didn't anser, only went on with tho story. So the littlo boy ho wocked into tho posy, and crold down the vino on his hands and knees bout ten thoußau hundred miles, till ho como bimo bi to a door, wich he openod an wont in on found hisself in a grato big house, ofle nice like a kings pallows or a hotel. But tho little boy didn't find anybody to home and went out at tho other door, where ho sec a ocion with a bote, and ho got in tho bote.' Then Uncle Ned he sed a uther time : 'Johnny, excuse the ignance of a man which has been in Injy an evry were, but is it the regular thing for punkin vines to have sea side resorts in em ?' But I only sed : ' Wen the little boy had sailed out of site of land the bote lank and he went down, down, down in the water, like he was tied around the neck of a mill stone, till be was swallowed by a wale, cos wales is tho largest of created beings wich plows the deep, but lions is tho kings of beests, an the American eagle can lick ol other birds, hooray I When the boy was seekn his forten in the stummack of tho wales belly he zut to a fence, and when he got over tho fence ho found hisself in tho road runin thru tho medder, and it was such oflenice country as fur as he cude sec' ' Uncle Ned sed : ' Did he put up at the samo way sido inn wich was patternized by Jonah wen he pennitratod to that part of the morl vinyerd ?' 'But I said: 'Bimebi he seen a rope hangin down from the ski, and he begin for to clime it up, a sayin, 'Snitchety, snatchety, up I go,' wot timo is it old witch ?' ' niggers as good as a whito man,' ' fec-faw-futn,' 'Chinese mus go,' 'all men is equil fore de law.' 'blitharum, blathe rum, boo,' and all the words of madgick wich he cudo thing of. After a wilo it gat reel dark, but he kep on a climeing, and pretty sune he see a round spot of dalite over his bed, and then he cum up out of a well in a grate city.' Just then my father ho came in, and he said, ' Johnny, you get tho bucket and go to the wol and fetch sum water for your mother to wash tho potatoes.'