Just look up yonder, Burl, and see how the crows have gone to fighting.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de roasin'-ear to come.
Therefore did the magnanimous Burl dismantle himself at once.
"Dat's de cretor's music, an' dem's de cretor's capers," replied Burl.
Burl a-plowin' in de fiel', A-singin' fur de johnny-cake to come.
It was the feeling Burl had felt in becoming the tribal leader.
"I have killed the thing," said Burl, in the tone of one speaking to an equal.
Burl moved on, unconscious of any who followed him, aware only of Saya.
Burl and Saya, together, carried the meat back to the blinking tribesfolk.
It was the linking of what the folk most craved with obedience to Burl.
