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<h2>THE MISCHIEVOUS RAVEN</h2>
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A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'humpety'">bumpety</ins>, bump!</span><br/>
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br/></div>
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<p>"Can you direct me to the wise man who lives
in yonder village?" asked Puss, Junior, bowing
politely to the farmer's pretty daughter.</p>
<p>"Whoa!" cried the farmer to his gray mare.</p>
<p>"Isn't he a lovely cat?" whispered his
daughter.</p>
<p>"What did you say?" asked the farmer, looking
Puss, Junior, over from head to toe.</p>
<p>"I merely inquired," replied Puss, haughtily,
"if you could direct me to the wise man in
yonder town?"</p>
<p>"Whoa!" cried the farmer as the old gray
mare started off. "Whoa, there! Can't you
hear the gentleman cat addressing your master?"</p>
<p>"Whoa, Betsy," coaxed the farmer's pretty
daughter.</p>
<p>"Well, Sir Cat," said the farmer, as soon as the
old mare became quiet, "we have several men in
our town who think they are wise, but some of us
farmers don't quite agree with them."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>And then, all of a sudden, something dreadful
happened.</p>
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A raven cried croak! And they all tumbled down—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br/>
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br/></div>
<p>And, oh, dear me, the farmer's pretty daughter
dropped the mirror from her vanity bag, and it
broke all to smithereens and she felt so unhappy
about it that she began to cry. And then:</p>
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The mischievous raven flew laughing away—<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bumpety, bumpety, bump!</span><br/>
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lumpety, lumpety, lump!</span><br/></div>
<p>"Botheration!" cried the farmer, rubbing the
bump on the top of his head. "That raven is
angry because I set up a scarecrow in my cornfield."</p>
<p>"Well, father," said his daughter, "our mare
can't take us to town. What shall we do?"</p>
<p>"You get up behind Sir Puss and ride to
town," he replied. "I'll take the mare home.
That's the best way, I guess."</p>
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