Then, too, as we lay there in the firelight, Uncle Eb told the remarkable story of the gingerbread hear. He told it slowly, as if his invention were severely taxed.
‘Once they wuz a boy got lost. Was goin’ cross lots t’ play with ’nother boy ‘n lied t’ go through a strip o’ woods. Went off the trail t’ chase a butterfly ’n got lost. Hed his kite ‘n’ cross-gun ‘n’ he wandered all over ’til he was tired ‘n hungry. Then he lay down t’ cry on a bed o’ moss. Putty quick they was a big black bear come along.
’"What’s the matter?” said the bear.
’"Hungry,” says the boy.
’"Tell ye what I’ll dew,” says the bear. “If ye’ll scratch my back fer me I’ll let ye cut a piece o’ my tail off t’ eat.”
‘Bear’s tail, ye know, hes a lot o’ meat on it — heam tell it was gran’ good fare. So the boy he scratched the bear’s back an’ the bear he grinned an’ made his paw go patitty-pat on the ground — it did feel so splendid. Then the boy tuk his jack-knife ‘n begun t’ cut off the bear’s tail. The bear he flew mad ’n growled ’n growled so the boy he stopped ’n didn’t dast cut no more.
‘"Hurts awful,” says the bear. “Couldn’t never stan’ it. Tell ye what I’ll dew. Ye scratched my back an’ now I’ll scratch your’n.”
‘Gee whiz!’ said I.
‘Yessir, that’s what the bear said,’ Uncle Eb went on. ’The boy he up ’n run like a nailer. The bear he laughed hearty ’n scratched the ground like Sam Hill, ’n flung the dirt higher’n his head.
‘"Look here,” says he, as the boy stopped, “I jes’ swallered a piece o mutton. Run yer hand int’ my throat an I’ll let ye hev it.”
‘The bear he opened his mouth an’ showed his big teeth.’