Chapter 27 No.27

Dixie

Gray Eagle was trotting briskly along the road over which another hand had guided him so often,-the Oakwood carriage-way. On his back sat Friedrich, erectly vigorous, singing for the trees' benefit,-

"Oh, I wees' I was in Deexie,

Look away, look away!

In Deexie Land I take my stand,

To live and die in Deexie."

The aspen flut