"Big Eye Buzzard sorter circle 'roun' lookin' fur er good place ter light. Bimeby, he see Doct'r Peckerwood lancin' er bile on one dese tall Pine trees, an' he start circlin' 'roun' de Pine tree. Atter while heah he come an' light on de ve'y top'es lim'. Doct'r Peckerwood howdy sorter short ter him, 'caze he bizzy tryin' ter keep de Pine tree fum moanin' ov'r de bile, but er lit'le thing like dat doan both'r Big Eye, he up an' spon', 'I'm feelin' poly m'se'f, an' I stop ter git sum med'cine, an' ax Mist'r Tall Pine ef he kin spar' me er room.' "Doct'r Peckerwood ax him wharbouts he hu't, an' wharbouts he come fum, an' what's his name, an' whut he bin eatin'? Yer see Doct'r Peckerwood want ter git sum news 'long wid de symptoms. "Big Eye say, 'I'm tendin' ter sum biznes' fur m' Unkle Jedge Eagle, an' I ain' eat nuthin' sense I lef' Mill Mount'in, whar de Eagleses lives at.' "Doct'r Peck'rwood say, 'Surt'n'ly he heah fokes tell 'bout de great Jedge Eagle, an' fur him ter stay right dar tell he git good an' well, 'caze he know Mist'r Pine Tree ain' nuv'r had one er de Eagle fambly at his house b'fo'.' "Tall Pine say, 'I'm pow'ful po'ly m'sef, but hit 'ud make me proud ef yer kin make yerse'f comf'bul, an' stay.' "Oh, I tell yer, dem Tree Frogs an' Lizzarts 'buse Mist'r Mount'in Fowel scan'lous. Dey sez he keep 'em runnin' ev'y which er way all de time, an' he ain' give 'em so much es er ole par er shoes. "Doct'r Peck'rwood g'long ov'r ter Miss Chicken Hawkes's ter give one de chillun er dost er cast'r oil, an' he tell 'em dat de gentmun dey seed wus Mist'r Mount'in Fowel, an' he wus kin ter Jedge Eagle. An' Polly Parret wus spindin' de day wid Miss Chickin Hawk dat day, an' whin de Doct'r g'long off, An' Polly make Miss Chicken Hawk fix up er nice chickin fur her ter car'y up ter Big Eye. Miss Chickin Hawk want one er her gals ter take de chickin, but An' Polly say dey too young ter be projickin' 'roun' whar gentmuns is at, but hit doan make no diffunce 'bout er ole maid like her. Well, she car'd de chickin, an' she brung back de news.--Big Eye stuff her so full, dat she can' hardly fly wid hit. She come ter Miss Magpie's house, an' I tell yer dey wus jes' waitin' fur her. Dey runs out ter meet her, an' she bile ov'r 'fo' she git in de house, an' 'fo' she git plum th'u, dem Magpie gals had done put on der fine close, an' wus totin' dat news 'roun' like er gun wus b'hime 'em. Fokes sont him fine vit'als ter eat, an' say soon es he git so es ter be erbout, dey gwine 'vite him ter some parties.