“ W'en yo' Uncle Mose' rode on de mule, An' brought de chil'en home f'om school, — Wid six 'pon de small mule's holler back, — De kodak fiend went 'long his track, An' just 's dey reached de ole stone wall, He sot 'is gun, an' he tuk dem all; An' I hear he call his hoodooed thing "De School-Out, Mule-Back Blackberry String." So I tell you, 'Lias, 't ain't safe any more For 'spect'ble folks to go out-door; 'Nless dey go in de edge of night, W'en de sun an' de gun is out o' sight. ”
